"It's young Tom," I replied breathlessly, trying to fight the randy teenager off with one hand and talk into the phone at the same time. Tom had moved...behind me, bringing his hands up to massage my heavy breasts and kissing my neck. With my husband listening to every sound I was once again in a position where to cause a fuss would court disaster. "I expect he wants a bit of home comfort," my husband said as the teenager let his hands wander over my body. I fought not to cry out in outrage and. He barely has time for me anymore.”I could only sympathize with her. “Your husband is quite a hard working man, ma’am.”“Please Jerome, call me Elaine. Yes, I know he’s hardworking and everything. But there are times when once needs to take a bit of break from everything else and, you know, feel alive for once. You know what I mean?”As she was talking, I could feel her body itching closer and closer towards mine till it was practically pressing hard against my arm. Then, as if to top everything,. "I am Dr. Rosen. These are my daughters, Dr. Rosen and Dr. Rosen." She allowed herself a small smile as she saw the confusion and amusement on our faces.Janey handled it the best, as she immediately stuck out her hand and said first to the elder lady, "Nice to meetcha, Dr. Rosen." She went over to the nearest daughter, "Nice to meetcha, Dr. Rosen," and then to the second daughter, "Nice to meetcha, too, Dr., uh, sorry, I didn't catch your name... ?"The shocked look on the second daughter's face. Once there, Tiffany Rae immediately led her upstairs and found her husband’s private notes. She pulled them out, Beth Ann sat down, and Tiffany Rae left the bedroom so Beth Ann could read what private thought Frederick, Tiffany Rae’s husbands, had written about Beth Ann. To Beth Ann what he’d written about her was riveting to her. By the time she was finished she felt she easily could have found her finger down inside her pants and masturbating. That was how she “felt” because she read his.