And then it turned out it wasn't happening more than a couple times a month.I first suspected she was possibly cheating on me, thus the lack of intere...t, but I actually found nothing. The fact was, having put on weight, having gotten older and slowing down, she'd just simply lost interest in sex, which did nothing to help our marriage. In fact, it made it more difficult to get along.By this time my step-daughter was sixteen. She had a handful of best friends, who she would bring over to the. I was sun-core hot!Shoes or no shoes was my last decision before I surrendered to my man.Men like the heels. Even in bed. I kept them on.Then I rejoined Tommy. Who was lying on his back. Delicious cockpointing north.Oh what a night I was about to have.To begin, I wanted to pay tribute to the object that would soon (if allwent well) defile me. Rob me of my virginity. Brand me as a card-carrying, ultra-gay, little sex-faggot.I got onto the bed, then onto my knees next to Tommy's left hip.I. ”“I’m so sorry, Edith. You are such a wonderful friend to Marjorie. But you should not have to take all that on your shoulders. What about her daughters?”“They live up North. They are reluctant to take responsibility for their mum. I give them updates, but they have done nothing.”“That’s lousy. Well, I’m here for you and Marjorie, for as long as you need me.”She looked up at me through glassy eyes. “You mean that, don’t you?” I nodded. She straddled my hips and leaned over me. Her tears fell. I was happy obeying my man.”“Even if he told you to do something you really didn’t like?”“If he told me, yes.”“And that is what you want me to do? Boss you around and you will obey me, whatever I say?” She nodded her confirmation so I continued: “Dad had to tell you what to wear, too? OK, we’ll go to your bedroom and see what clothes I have to choose from.”I followed her up the stairs watching her skirt sway from side to side with each step; I was almost mesmerised and bumped into her when she.