"They wants you right now," she said, looking excited."Who is it?" Anne asked, going back in her room to find her shoes."A man, a man that's a calling...on you. That's who it is. A pretty man. Yes'm." Tell him I said that I am not in, that I am not receiving. Ask him to leave his name." Oh no," cried Phillipa. "Uh uh. Not me, not me." And she fled down the carpeted stairway, hands fluttering.Anne pulled on her slippers, pushed at the huge mass of auburn curls that threatened to inundate her. We did homework together, we ate together, I read stories to her at bed-time, I scolded her and bore the tears if discipline was necessary, I attended her school for parent-teacher events, for her ‘proud student’ days to show me class-work, her concerts, her sports carnivals….for several years it seemed always to be ‘just the two of us’ more than ‘a family of 3’.With absolutely no sexual connotations, I bathed her some nights, if the maid was cooking dinner, or on her day off, or extra night. ’ She stifled a sob. ‘I’m aware of that, my dear. Completely unsubstantiated. And almost certainly untrue. Now you just stay there, and I’ll make the tea.’ He arose creakily and went to the kitchen. I heard the clatter of the tea kettle and water running in the sink. ‘Do you know this guy?’ I whispered to Jennifer. She shook her head. ‘Never heard of him before Mom gave me his card this afternoon. She was acting really strange, like she knew something bad was coming down. But she wouldn’t tell. AJ had entered the room and was watching the lustful scene unfold before him. His face was a terrifying mix of anger and lust. Rachel’s eyes drifted downward and she saw that AJ had his hard cock, in his hand, and was slowly, yet forcefully, sliding his hand up and down his swollen shaft, never taking his eyes off his wife and her wanton display of lust. Rachel and AJ locked eyes, as David continued his feathery kisses on her shoulder and reached around her, to knead and grope her heavy.