Fine. That man is going to be my sex slave when I’m done yelling at him.A quick shower and then into town to pick up drycleaning. I had gotten a h...ircut, manicure and pedicure the previous day due to the company social function. Ah the hell of being a trophy wife. I was enjoying my coffee and danish when my mind began to dwell on what I had to do this afternoon.However, the conversation in the next booth behind me is what captured my attention. The first woman started.“And did you see what. She was dressed in jeans shorts that were up to her ample soft cheeks of her ass, and tighter than anything could imagine. A thin white t-shirt showed off her beautiful breasts to their fullest size, along with the nipples which were already quite hard and erect and showed against the soft fabric she wore. She settled herself down upon a small comfortable chair and watched as my fucking Julia unfolded in front of her eyes.As Julia began teasing my erect cock, it stood proudly upright as I laid. When he came in from mowing hay, about a week later, Mamma was crying.“Joe’s dead,” she sobbed.A man had shot Joe with a shotgun, and killed Bobby’s best friend.The late sixties - The BeginningBobby stopped at the pump to draw out a bucket of water to wash up in. They had running water in the house, now, but it made the sink a mess when he washed up there, so he took care of that outside. Mary, his oldest sister, tossed him a towel when he walked in the back door. She knew his habits. She was. Hey Chris, why so quiet son?" Oh umm, no reason Mom just tired and hot. Long baseball practice after school in this heat."I knew he was lying about being so tired. I could see it in his face that he was thinking about our little talk about his masturbating. Mom walked over to him and tapped his shoulder before walking past him to get out of her scrubs. She yelled behind her that she was going to take a quick shower and then she'd be down to eat. I walked back to the kitchen sink and finished.