I left him a note asking to be released." Now Shelly is crying hard. I look more at her back. I can see she is cut deep in some places. "We need to ge... you to the hospital. You need to get cleaned up." I call Nick and tell him that I am taking Shelly to the hospital and if he could meet me at the car. I help Shelly up and head for the elevator.Nick is waiting by the door in the car when we get down there. I help Shelly into the car carefully. Shelly looks to be in shock now. I think the pain is. Date: March 1972Jeans husband died following another stroke so for two or three days the mood of the house was low. Things got back to normal when Jean came into the kitchen one morning in the nude and asked who would be first, I was, and she never did get breakfast, or lunch.We had an idyllic life. All the sex and love you could handle, and although we were always together we never argued over anything.We took holidays to warm countries in winter and loafed about our own house and grounds in. As I became more comfortable I increased both pace and force. I couldn't get enough of them. They seemed to want more as well. Their hands traveled over my body, rubbing my nipples, gently slapping my ass, exploring my face, and anywhere else they could touch. It felt like everywhere they touched was electrified. Harder and faster, harder and faster, until I felt like I couldn't get any more. Balls slapping against my ass and pussy. Cocks hardening in me. Hands giving me additional pleasure. I. I saw her eyes change again back to those lovely blue green eyes that started to sparkle. I saw a smile come to her face as I gazed into her eyes. Thank you Janet, DeRonda said as she patted my hand. Why are you thanking me I was unfaithful to your nephew? I asked, as I was bewildered over her telling me that. DeRonda pulled another tissue out of her purse and she wiped at my eyes as she replied, Because you told me the truth my dear and that is all that matters. When you tell someone the truth.