"Morning Angie," my mom says as I get up one Friday morning. She's dressed in a revealing sports bra and tight black shorts, off to meet with her trai...er. "Morning mom," I reply sleepily, I hate getting up for school. "I just made a protein shake, want some?"she asked. "Sure." My dad walked in, wearing a black suit with a red silk tie. Although dressed likea buisnessman, tattoo's still showed on his neck and hands. "Morning Ang," he said to me."How's my little girl today?" "Would. Debbie cried out as it pulled her tight against the table, the edge of it digging into her crotch painfully.He came round the back of her and pulled her ankle, cuffing each in turn to the remaining legs.He eyed her as she was bent spread eagled over his kitchen table her legs pulled wide and his wives clothes all in disarray. It worked better than any of his fantasies ever had, and it excited him beyond belief.He pulled up her dress and pulled down the over sized knickers. "Now then wife I'm. "I don't mind."It was Monday night, and Jenny's last show of the gig was over with. They'd been jam-packed, extra admission shows for the Fourth of July weekend, and they'd really gone well. She was exhausted from the show, glad it was over with, but glad she'd put on a good show, too. "Blake, it really won't be necessary," she replied. "Once I get on that plane, I'm Jennifer Evachevski again, and I've got a purse full of driver's licenses and stuff like that to prove it." No big deal," Blake. His sperm had never been successful during their six years of marriage by design and I surely didn’t want it to happen now, even though mine would soon enter the arena. They hadn’t split for a lack of love. She had admitted that she still loved him. His responsibilities had called him far away and she was the sole caregiver for her aging parents.He had reason to return two or three times a year and she always welcomed him in the most intimate way possible. That was continuing even after her.