She was a little softer in the tummy than she used to be, but she looked great. I resolved to visit the mother of my child later that day."Who's the h...t lady, Larry?" I asked."That's no lady. That's my wife." We laughed as Theresa scowled at us. I couldn't let it go."You got a new one? What happened to the nice matronly mother of your child? I can't believe you went out and got a trophy wife already!" Theresa slugged me in the arm—pretty firmly."Just watch it you! I'll cut off your supply of. ” She whispered. “How are you…you look good but I detect a touch of sadness in your eyes.” She smiled again, a smile that seemed to brighten the room more in-spite of the sunlight filtering in. “I’m excellent.” I laughed in a hushed tone. “Well, I did have a stressful meeting prior to coming here but I’ll live. Is there anything I can do?” “Sorry to hear you were stressed before seeing me.” She whispered in a husky tone. “You will have to tell me all about it. In the meantime you could you. I couldn’t believe it, and asked, just to be sure. He said he never in his life forced anyone, and then said if I didn’t leave, he’d be glad to share the shower with me. My temper flared again. I was here first, damn it! It was my shower. I ignored him and grabbed my shampoo.Sharing didn’t really work well. He was so big we kept bumping each other. I was having a terrible time with my hair. He suddenly took the botle out of my hand, telling me he’d do it or we’d never finish. I started to. I wouldn't get on my computer for the normal computer things, I would get on for reasons only my dick can appreciate. "OHHHH! HARDER! FUCK ME FASTER, BABY! FASTER!" These were the sounds that were constantly springing from my computer speakers. I didn't care if the neighbors heard it, I was never afraid to show my sexuality, and I never will be. I would quickly bring out my 7 1/2 inch dick and stroke it to climax. On days that my parents didn't have work, I would simply wait until it was time.