Let me tell you what is happening, Peter. I'm standingbehind your wife, my friend, my hands around her front and in hercrotch, playing with that swee... cunt I just fucked, my cock rubbingup into the crack of her ass. Oooh, Linda, dear! I guess youcould say she's doing the rubbing, Peter! Anyway, her hands arereaching around behind us and she's massaging my ass cheeks. We'reboth watching Breigha's handiwork and your commendable efforts tokeep from cumming. Tell me, Linda, how would you like. I just nodded my head, “Yup.” She went into the bathroom and tinkled and got out of her work clothes. She came over to the bed in just her thong panties and lay next to me. We hugged and kissed, I asked her about her day and she rambled on about how so many of the other nurses just didn’t care about their work and things. I enjoyed letting her vent and get all that stuff out. After a moment of silence she asked, “What did you do today?” I began to tell her my adventure in the bathroom. I think that a few bouts in the silks with a brand on yourthigh and a collar about your neck would have cured you of the moral illwhich apparently has you in its grip."When she remained defiantly silent, I went on:"If you so much like being touched by girls, let us pretend that my handis a girl's while it excites you." I removed my arm from her waist andslipped it behind her. How she stiffened as she felt my touch on herwaist!But she was not nearly so stiff as I.I passed my hands gently but. I stuffed them in my pocket when she handed them back.“What does it mean?” she asked.I sighed. “It means my mother has gone off the deep end, but my father has managed to calm her down. It means I’m never going home again.” I shrugged with a fatalistic look. There are some things you can’t fix. My brother was one, and my relationship with my mother was another.“How bad is it?”I gave her another shrug. “Well, I suspect that is what Dad will tell me tomorrow. I can make a guess or two. For one.