" Oh great, now she's hearing voices," Melinda said."Wait, I remember! I remember trying to find out why I'm doing this, why ... I-I have to have ever...one next time." What?!" Cassie and Ned, they have to do this. They have to be in on this." Because the little voices in your head told you? Yeah, that'll get them to do it, sure!" Melinda, stop being an ass for once and listen." Listen to what? You're not making any sense!"Jason stepped forward and squeezed Melinda's hand. "Melinda, please calm. You are the breadwinner now. There is no way you can still bemy supportive housewife" And that means..." He paused. That internal battle again. "That meansthat I will step into your shoes. I will be supporting you. For lack ofany other word, I want to be YOUR supportive 'housewife.' I really wantto have that life from now on."Housewife? Did he just say housewife? He is not a housewife. He is not awife. He is a husband - MY husband!. He is a MAN! I stared at him. Maybehe is just joking. Yes,. ” Brandy was dressed in her cheerleader outfit, the snug sweater pulled tightly over her perfect breasts, the short skirt revealing her long, lean legs. He wished she would bend over so he could see her red panties pulled tightly over her luscious ass. He had watched his last video of her on the computer just before he came down, his cock still hard as she stripped for him in her window. He had seen her in her bra and panties, his new camera doing and excellent job of close ups, his imagination. I watched porn an immense amount of time; masturbating twice a day easy. Lilly , even though she claimed lesbianism, had a penchant for wearing just a T-shirt and panties and no bra around the house. She liked to give me hugs and press her droopy breasts against my chest. We got along OK though. We had money from my father’s life insurance to live on. On one fateful day I went out into the backyard to get something from the small shed in our yard. I opened the door and went in. I heard two.