What if that's the kind of wife I am? Allen will hate me. If I'm that kind of mother, my children will hate me. What am I going to do, Brian? What am ... going to do?" Look at me, Betts." She raised her tear streaked face to me. I wiped a tear away. She was family. My family. I knew at that moment that I'd do anything for her, even if she was a bitch. "Do you love him? Really, down in your heart, love him?" She nodded. "Does he love you?" I think so." Let me tell you what I think. He adores you.. I always thought this could've been a guy just sending me pix of a nude woman,but I actually asked her on 2 different occasions to go to a certain area to strip and once she held a London newspaper by her,so she was very believable. I still have 2 or 3 pix she sent me. This other girl used to write me twice a day for about a month and told me about her fetish,which was peeing on her self. This was her story,she weight 117 5 ft 5 inches,so she sounded like she was in good shape,she would go to a. They didn’t mention it at check-in?”“Spur of the moment decision. I have friends in Ottawa.”“Well ... you can’t get there from here. Where were you headed before you made for Ottawa?”“Pentwater.”“Where’s that?”“Lake Michigan.”“Pentwater in the Princessapality or FedA?”“Princessapality,” I said. “Ya know ... I didn’t know there was such a thing when I left Dunedin.”“Didn’t?”“Nope.”“Where you been?”“At sea since I was Ten.”“Really? That must have been some trip.”“Wasn’t always at sea ... worked. He was making me super horny watching the drops become a trickle of clear juice from his piss-hole down over the back of his hand, and when he put his hand on the back of the seat I licked the salty stream off and almost came I was tingling so hard! I told him we’d have to feed the animals when we first got home before he fucked me because although it was a warm “Indian Summer” in early October, the sun would set shortly and it’s taking about an hour to feed the livestock and then the dogs in.