I washed my wife’s body lovingly, paying attention to the things I knew that she liked having done. I soaped her firm little titties playing with he... nipples until she began to squirm. I moved my hand down her belly caressing her firm skin but she stopped my hand before I could get between her legs. Handing me her razor she sat on the edge of the tub and spread her legs. I soaped her folds and carefully shaved the fat lips that gave us both so much pleasure. By the time I sc****d away the last. I don't want to go back to how it was then. If you want to let your dick start leading you around again, you can do it all by yourself." What is this you're going on about? I never let my pecker do my thinking for me, never. Margaret has nothing to do with this anyway. You're just jealous that I'm older than you, and I still have my keen interest in women." Have it your way, Billy. I still don't want any part of helping the two of you get together. Not now, so soon after Teri and all."I kept. I can tell you want to do all sorts of nasty, yet immensely pleasurable things to me! And, you have to sit and watch my gloating as I touch myself! I see you are rubbing yourself through your jeans. . .the thought crosses my mind to tell you to stop. I decide otherwise, choosing to concentrate on myself instead. My technique is quite different from the technique you like to employ whenever I sit close to you, ass bared for your fun. . .I feel different “things” when I touch myself as compared. He also saw what other members of our extended family had been aware of for a long time--I was the worst of us.He whimpered as the wolf inside told him I wanted to tear his throat out for hurting a member of the pack."Don't worry, uncle," I said, sitting back on the coffee table. "The family will start helping you out. We'll pay your rent and anything else you might need."He looked at me, waiting for the rest."The family will make sure Karen does not want for anything." I smiled, making him.