.. Shit."Tate took a bite of his sandwich, dislodging his wife's hand. He didn't notice what the bread contained. "So, if you two are lesbians, why in...the fuck did you marry us in the first place?" We're not lesbians," Elizabeth indignantly said. "Well, I, uh ... guess we're bi, or at least for each other. We've never done anything with any other woman." Is that right, Virginia?" he asked, turning his gaze to his wife."I've never even thought about doing it with anyone else. It's an act of. I somehow convinced her to, and she said OK. I lay with my chest facing the ceiling.Now both of us knew where we are leading to. But both of us stayed calm and silent. She came over me and started her task. Her boobs were brushing over my chest when she came down. I was getting rock hard, and she was feeling it too. I could see her nipples getting hard.Suddenly she missed balance and fell on me, and we were hugging each other. We hugged tightly for almost 5 to 6 minutes. She got up and asked. Her voice had a kind of defeated quality. “Yeah, and maybe I can’t help hitting you with my belt until you’re black and blue. Now listen, you two, I’ve got to do a little work in my office before we head home. How about you two clean up in here while you’re waiting?” “Yes, Father.” “Yes, Father.” “You two sure as hell don’t sound very enthusiastic. When I was your age, I’d had have done anything my father said with a smile on my face.” He continued grumbling as he headed towards his office, out. There was a paleness about her that betrayed how lifeless and drained she was. He never knew just exactly what to do except quiet rest and the medicine. Today as she came in, he just went to her to help her in and she just fell into his arms and he enveloped her with his big bear like hug. He held her gently and with his hand he pressed her head into the soft cushion at the base of his neck. ‘What can I do for you?’ he whispered. She could only weakly shake her head, not knowing even herself..