He called it earning vacation money. It wasn’t until much later that Dexter learned that his father’s overtime was exactly that – money for vaca...ions. His father would work an occasional evening or Saturday. The money earned, at time and a half, went into a vacation account.As a salaried person, Dexter couldn’t earn ‘a little extra money’ by working overtime. He put in the overtime – lots of it. It just didn’t contribute to his vacation.Dexter took a slug out of the bottle of scotch.He groaned. ‘Thank you for being so understanding V.’ Bethie purred, running her hands up and down her own tits. Then Bethie’s demeanor changed and she gently slapped Veronica’s face, ‘Now watch me fuck your husband bitch. Don’t you fucking dare close your eyes while I do.’ Bethie’s eyes stayed glued on Veronica as she swung her leg across me and grabbed my shaft, rubbing the purplish head up and down her wet slit. ‘Don’t even fucking blink Veronica!’ Veronica gave Bethie a menacing smile and growled, ‘I. I didn't want to hurt your feelings, but I couldn't stand it. I had to have someone give me what I needed when you weren't there. And you were scheduled to be gone for six months! Fred isn't as young as you are, but he's been good to me, and he's gentle, and every time I thought of you I could go to him and he'd give me what I needed." I didn't want to come home with you last night, because I was trying to avoid you. I was trying to get better, to be satisfied with Fred. I knew that if we got. . I'll take Debbie up and show her the room... we'll all have a nice cuppa when I return"I followed her up the stairs progress was slow. Mollie wasn't the nimble person she used to be and by the time we'd reached the top, her breathing was laboured."Phew... I'm not as fit as I used to be... don't get up here as often as I used to... through here my love" she said, opening the bedroom door and inviting me inside.The bedroom was neat and tidy, just like Mollie. It contained the basics, a single.