As though that needed any explanation. She had to be my age. She was petite and skinny. She had shiny brown hair in a bob, rosy red cheeks like apples...and a wide mouth and brown eyes and dimples when she smiled. She stopped smiling. A sudden fear jumped in the pit of my stomach making me feel ill - had I been caught staring at her? I turned away awkwardly and asked about the garden to cover my embarrassment.She transformed. She bounced happily out of the kitchen and started pointing things out. It is about imperfect people. Perfect people would have never tied up their husband and son, wife or daughter in the first place.This story is a journey. Along the way, mistakes will be made. Mistakes are not the end of the journey.Mistakes are nature’s way of providing you consequences, so that you will learn to adapt. This story is an evolution.An evolution of an imperfect family of four people, who don't yet know how perfectly imperfect they are.Chapter OneWelcome Back! If you've not read. I assumed the 50ish gruff looking lady behind the bar was Sally. She wore a Seaman's sleeveless athletic t-shirt, apron below and a sailor's hat. Her arms were heavily tattooed. Behind her, through the pass through to the kitchen, I saw probably Mr. Sally wearing an identical outfit as the bartender, except that he was even more covered in tattoos. There was a row of booths along one wall and we took the end one. I guess it was actually a banquette, because the seat curved around to 90 degrees. I spread my fingers wider apart and twisted them, stretching her and stimulating as many of the aroused nerve endings as I could."I had no idea how good that could feel, " she breathed."Are you relaxed, baby?" As relaxed as I can be when I'm so turned on. I really want you inside me."I smiled and shifted to my knees, bringing the head of my turkish c-ock to her a-sis. I lubed myself liberally, stroking my c-ock a bit as I did so. I pressed gently against her, my hands spreading her as wide as.