My invisible touch traced back up her legs, lightly,like a whisper. To that beautiful pussy, shaved a fewweeks before our trip, now growing back so fa... trimlyand neatly. My invisible fingers worried around her,tracing the skin all around her pussy, inner thighs, herbelly right below her naval but above the V of pussy,that tiny bit between her pussy and her asshole. Iscratched lightly, teasingly, the way that drove hercrazy. Now one invisible hand pushed the skin on eitherside of her pussy,. " The man whimpered and I smiled. "Take off your pants." A moment passed, and he didn't move. "Take off your pants." I repeated shaking him by the throat, and he scrambled to take his pants off."Bartender. Heat me up some bread sticks," I said, turning to stop the man from grabbing me from behind."Yes, Ma'am," He said quickly rushing behind the counter. The man I was holding began to gasp and struggle. Oxygen, right, I'd almost forgotten. I threw him to the floor and held him down with the. I couldn’t believe I found myself looking forward to our time alone being able to see her budding breast and her little girl panties.Thoughts of how my little girl was growing up often distracted me while we were together, seems like I was always waiting for another opportunity to catch a peek of her cotton wrapped mound or a peek of her creamy little nipples. Over the next few months it seemed I was answering a lot more questions about girl’s bodies and giving my opinion on how certain clothes. I'm sure I do it too. It's unintentional."Your see your wife as a burden, or at best a responsibility. You've never referred to her by name to me. That keeps her impersonal, and I don't think it's because you care whether I have any connection to her, but that your connection to her is not something you value."I could feel the flush. She had to see me turning red."But you love the kids," she said softly.I nodded."You're worried about them if you leave." Yes." There's more, isn't there?" Yes.".