"Jack looked down at the floor and nodded, looking embarrassed. Staceysat down on the edge of the bed and regarded her husband for a fewseconds. "It...s getting worse, isn't it?"Jack looked up at Stacey and nodded again, a carefully practicedexpression of anguish on his face."Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry," Stacey sighed heavily and shook her head.There was nothing more to say.-0-0-0-The next afternoon, Stacey replaced all of Jack's undershirts with softcamisoles that matched or complimented the. I gorgeous black underwear which seemed expensive for some reason was neatly folded and placed precisely where it came from. I did briefly try to put on a pair of black heels, but they were a little small, so I left them alone. There was nothing else, no dildos, vibrators or porn hiding in the boxes at the back—only cheap jewellery and bric-a-brac. The spare bedroom had nothing either. The bathroom was just towels and medicine. It was just after nine when I got downstairs. One hour of fun and. Slipping his arms around her waist from behind, he pressed himself into her ass and as she leaned back into him, lifted his hands to hold her breasts. She felt much adored, the young bride in the arms of her lover.That's when the front door opened noisily, and Regina pulled guiltily away from her son's embrace, knowing a sharp flash of resentment at any intrusion that would move him away from her.Her husband and daughter laughed into the kitchen, wind- rumpled and scattering grains of beach. We haven't even hung out for a week."I made a few more strikes with the hammer before I set it down on theanvil and sighed, hanging my head a bit. He was right. The moment theweather had turned nice enough to work outside without risk offrostbite I'd spent nearly every free moment working in my homemadeforge. You really couldn't blame me. From December to March my handshad practically twitched with the desire to work a piece of steel intoa finely honed blade. Since safety necessitated my forge.