Karen squeaked and jumped, looking for something with which to cover herself. There was nothing nearby. She sat in a ball with her arms and knees cove...ing her breasts."Hello, William," I said, casually. "You're home early." Obviously," came the sarcastic reply."Is that your husband?" Karen whispered, panic in her voice."William," I said, as cool as a cucumber, "I'd like you to meet an old school friend of mine, Karen, uh." Harding," Karen said in a small, frightened voice."Hello, Karen,". She was certainly right about one thing; she wouldn’t have wanted to sleep in the puddle of cum I could produce. Finally, being truly exhausted, I fell asleep but only after making sure I was positioned so I could continue to press my dick into mom and keep it there as I sleep. This time when I awoke it was to the sound of whispering voices and when I opened my eyes just a slit I could see it was light outside and inside the tent. Dad was sitting up close to mom and they were talking in a. They had stayed in touch with my parents and still got along very well with each other.I called Christie now and then. Not often, but enough to keep track of how she was doing. Her business was growing nicely and my boast that she would pay off her mortgage on the house in five years wasn't looking so remote any more. I was happy for her. Still no man in her life, but she admitted she wasn't looking very hard. She did take in a business partner and this woman was also living at the house.. The room was dimly lit. A black light was on behind me, I could hear music playing back there as well. It was the kind of music that you hear in massage parlors. Soft mediation like sounds with no voices and no real tune.I tried to move my legs to get free but could not. They had been shackled at the ankles, shoulder length apart, to something on the floor. I realized that I was naked. Then I heard my wife's voice from behind. "I see that you are awake now." Christine? Oh, thank god! .