Her legs parted instinctively as he explored beneath her laced briefs. She glanced into the mirror above them and studied the immense contrast between...her petit body against his naked Adonis form. Soon her clothing laid in a crumpled pile beside the bed. The room was hot and steamy, and their body glistened with moisture. He stood in front of her, held her hands above her head, and told her to kneel down. As she descended, her tongue quietly explored his muscular chest. Lower and lower she. Of course, she was doing her best, trying hard. It was a wonderful opportunity as different scenarios came up, and began to wear tight blue jeans, showing a gorgeous, superb ass, as well as convincing everybody she wasn't a stupid. Nobody would mock at her anymore. I worked hard to get her gain confidence through those years, and make her believe she was beautiful, too beautiful indeed… until I made an outstanding exceptional girl out of her, as a good manager here. This way I began to get. While Bill was making his arrangements, I was working in the garage."Wow! Are those yours?"I looked up from under the hood. Bill had just walked into the garage."It's mine now; it originally belonged to my Dad. This is a 1968 El Camino SS 396; it was his pride and joy. The bike is a Harley-Davidson Electra Glide. I bought that a few years ago to make quick trips around town and to ride out to the desert or the mountains." We have a couple of errands to run, most importantly we have to go to the. " Then I really don't know what you mean." I mean my other husband. He'll do."My face must have been a picture. "Other husband?" Frank. Look, love. I'm Jill, and she's me. So, in a funny sort of way, you're her husband, and Frank's mine. Can you follow that?"I thought about it. "I wouldn't mind who you did it with. I saw how you were hurting the first time, and anything that takes that away is fine by me. It was you who said you wouldn't want to do it with anyone but me." No I didn't. I said I.