We were never all together as a family anymore and my wife started mourning this fact. She changed from being happy and perky to mourning, cold and di...tant. Perhaps she felt old now that the kids didn’t need her as much? With Julie in mourning at life moving on and the children growing up, I was shut out a lot of the time because she never felt in the mood. When we did have sex it could be hit and miss. Sometimes, very rarely, it was amazingly great and we seemed to connect, and other times. Tina’s Dad and Evan both had put on sweat pants, but Carl walked behind them without a stitch of clothing on! “Surprise!” Tina said with a tentative smile. “The Saturday of our f****y retreat is always free day. We all gibe and receive freely starting at midnight and ending at midnight. I hope you don’t mind.” She looked at my eyes and I knew she could see my anger and confusion in them. “Don’t you think you could have given me a little heads up there?!?!? I mean, Your Dad and two. And thanks.” “No problem, Kass, sleep well.” The night passed with no incidents. I awoke to a brightly shining sun in the morning and Kassie mirrored it perfectly. She looked like a completely different person. She was bright and vibrant, full of life and energy. Such a contrast from the night before. It was an utter joy for me to see her dancing around the kitchen as she made breakfast (she insisted she would cook to pay me back for my hospitality). She was humming and singing as we went. She turned her back to me again and waved and this time I got the message much faster. I unhooked her bra, which went flying in the same direction as her dress. She faced me again, her perky pink nips swelling with freedom. "I know you like Karen," she told me, hitting the peppermint again. "All the boys do. But you won't get anywhere with her. No one will. We're virgins. And we're going to stay that way, for a while. You see, Cute Stuff, Mom had Karen at my age. She had to marry Dad. She.