I held her head gently between my hands. She moaned softly as she worked. At the same time she was gently massaging my balls. Her other hand was on my...buttocks with one finger gently probing the ring of my anus, as though she was trying to push her finger in..."Not just yet, darling. Not just yet!" I pleaded as our lips sought each other out again as I carried her to my new bed. I lay her back gently on top of the blankets and stretched out next to her, folding her in my arms. My cock, rubbed. My fingers found their mark, slipping in and out of the wetness between my legs as my mind and the wine began to make their own fantasy.My tranquility was shattered with the shouting of a name flooding through the open doors. ROXY! ROOOXY! The voices of a man and woman repeated. In frustration I leapt from the couch to close the French doors leading to the pool and as I was about to shut the last door, something in the pool splashed and caught my eye. The sun had set so I stepped out to get a. They dealt with it in distressdifferent ways. The last I heard of Lucy she had a bodybuildingbisexual boyfriend called Rocky. Diane threw herself into being a wifeand mother..Our first daughter was born out of wedlock and Dianne named herGabrielle. A few weeks later we were had a registry office weddingalthough, romantic as I was, I had wanted a church wedding.A year later and I was the proud father of Ren?e, our second daughter.I had come from a long line of boys and it felt somewhat. “She’s twenty-six years old! She can stay home by herself,” he said curtly.His daughter could go on dates, but they were supposed to sit at home waiting for her to return just in case she had some problem. There were always problems – her date was looking at her in a strange way, a car followed her for three blocks, or one of her friends was acting like a jerk. Then it was a whole evening spent with his wife worrying that the guy was going to attack Annie, that the driver of the car was looking.