“Sure,” she added, “we can hang out some more. Don’t you have work tomorrow though?”“I’ll survive. Worst case scenario I can sleep on yo...r couch again. With the thermostat turned up this time, ideally.”Kofe certainly seemed happier now, her ears were pricked up and she had a kind of excited energy about her. She would probably have been swinging her feet back and forth had the bench been high enough off the ground. Instead, her tail flicked behind them, poking through a slat in the wood and. I knew of her indiscretions, she was never subtle about it. Her lovers would phone, when I was home, and she would leave to meet them. I stayed, for the sake of the children. They needed one stable parent in the home. When she died, it was a relief. I never mourned the loss, like you mourned Michael. There was no need. I had mourned the loss of my marriage years before. Her death, was the finality I sought. Her death gave me freedom. Funny, when we first met, and married, we had a. ..saving herself for the wedding eh? I bet she just wanks you offinstead, doesn't she? Yeah, and I bet she's nowhere near as good as me.I'm gonna give you the best fucking hand job you've ever had. Then ifyou're a good girl, I'll let you feel the length of my cock up thattight little pussy of yours. Bet that sounds good" he laughed as a beadof sweat ran down Peter's brow and he mumbled into the gag whilstshaking his head. "And don't give me any of that shit about yourgirlfriend, or fianc?e, or. " He smiled mischievously."You're incorrigible." She laughed. She handed Jack his travel mug ofcoffee made just the way he liked it. "Go! Get out! All of you!" shesaid in mock anger."Come on boys, you're running late, I'll drive you." And Ann's menheaded out the door.Finishing her coffee, she went to the bedroom she shared with her man."Ten years!" she thought. "I was twenty-nine. Jack was thirty-twowith a six year old and a one year old to take care of. I hope I'vebeen a good mother, I.