He was just back from a year in Iraq and had come home to find his live-in girlfriend shacking up with a new guy, leaving him homeless and forcing him...back home with his parents to figure out next steps. He had quit his job as a prison guard and had no desire to go back to that kind of work so was now working as a service manager at a local motorcycle shop as he sent in resumes to the local police departments and CHP who were desperate for new officers. He knew he’d get a job eventually but. Once Chani was out of college Marsha could stop working, or at least go part-time. I'm a pretty light sleeper usually, so as expected her return woke me up. I greeted her then headed off to the kitchen for my morning caffeine as my wife showered. Clean, but too tired to dry her hair, my wife, Marsha, exited the bathroom and shuffled, zombie-like, to bed. I hugged her, wished her sweet dreams and told her that I would see her at dinner. (After a double shift she would typically sleep a good 12. It was the most submissive of positions, and yet Gabrielle felt rich with love and more powerful then the sea. Besides squeezing his balls a little tighter, she used her fingers to rub the sensitive area right beneath his rectum. She knew what effect that had on him and concluded that he was feeling everything she was feeling, and perhaps more. Her answer came when he moved forward to receive the thrusts of her mouth as she steered him towards climax. ‘Stop Gabrielle, stop,’ he cried out. They had old newspapers. They had stories in them about what happened. We read them." she said, looking wonderingly at her ... uncle." She looked at her mother, her face twisted with questions. "The papers said Robert and Elizabeth Nettleton. And your maiden name was Shanks." She shook her head, denying what she had been told in this room.Robert held up his hand. "Be at peace child. We can explain all this to you." I'm NOT a child!" Debbie said, her anger sudden and hot."No," mused her uncle,.