In his dying I started to understand love. Your and Brenda’s responses when I rescued each of you taught me more. Brenda’s aunt, her friends, and ...ason added to that education. I’m still learning, but I hope I continue learning how to love you and Brenda for at least another sixty years.”“So do we. Now, what about dinner? I’m starting to get very hungry.”They made their way back down to the lobby where they reviewed their options, finally settling on the Sheerwater Restaurant. Here they found. "Later," I said. "We'll talk later." Okay," Denise said tentatively. She didn't look happy, but a moment later I started thrusting up into her and she smiled like a good little nympho.Our relationship made all the sense in the world now, but I still wasn't sure what to do. My ex-wife was a nymphomaniac who still loved me. The problem was that I was afraid I still loved her too. Either that, or I was a nymphomaniac as well. I decided not to think about it until I had a good night's sleep.I. “Just that she wanted to come home,” she admitted.I nodded. “Well, maybe she has the good grace to feel ashamed of the way she treated me today,” I said with a shrug. “I take it she’s downstairs getting packed?”Mom nodded. She hadn’t heard what had happened, so it was news to her that I was upset.“We’ll be upstairs. Mrs. Anders, you should join your husband in the car. Once Cheryl’s out I don’t want to see or speak to any of you again. If there’s a reason that we HAVE to talk, Mom will give you. Then here she was, touch-talking to Boyd and toying with the poor man. I saw her glance at my own hard-on and she smiled slyly as she let her hand move higher up his khakis. Still casual contact, but her hand rested a little longer and gradually a little higher while she continued the conversation. Boyd, she was saying, you and Gloria just started going down to that new gym, right? He nodded, About a month or so now. Glorias really getting into it, and I have to say I can -almost- see my abs.