My wife, oddly enough, had been the major bread-winner, given her work as a doctor, with me, able to tele-commute, acting as 'Mister Mom' and dealing ...ith the kids when she couldn't.The Confederacy did provide some monies to compensate me. The house mortgage was paid up and I had well over a hundred thousand dollars left over.My wife and I had met on a blind date that had been arranged by mutual friends ... and had hit it off surprisingly well. That I was suddenly on my own now with none of the. He took extra care with her sex, breasts and bottom since he had worked her so hard he imagined they would still be very sensitive. It was quiet, and relaxing.When he had finished washing her, he went downstairs and brought back a small plate of fruit and bread to her, as well as some chilled juice. Stripping down, he put everything in reach, then slipped in back of her, naked, positioning Kimber so she could lay against him. He fed her, piece by piece even holding the juice for her so she. She threw a few things in her suitcase and waited at the intersection of two highways where she knew the bus would go by and just paid the driver cash when he stopped and she got on.So I loaned her a sweat shirt to wear to bed and let her rinse out her unmentionables and hang them up in the bathroom. There wasn't any hanky panky, unless you count my beating off at the thought of those breasts pressing into my shirt ... in the other room, of course ... but still ... it was a pretty hot. I was born in Ireland, but my parents were born in Saudi Arabia, where we moved from the area full of turmoil. However my father would often return to Saudi Arabia to make things better supposedly. This led to him being killed 3 years ago.The family was just me and my beautiful mother Fatma. His death really made me depressed over the years, however it did not seem to affect her. He was strict in following Islamic dogma in oppressing women. So maybe she felt more free now that his Sharia ideals.