He fucked me three times that night. When I told my mother, she just said that women are made to pleasure men. Joe and I had sex on every date after t...at, and I learned to like it. He has never hit me, again. Thank you, Don, for giving me the best, most exciting, fuck of my life.”“There’ll be more,” I responded, “much more…and often. It’s ten o’clock, now, you need to get this bed cleaned up, and your body, too. I know that Joe has people check on you during the day, and Bertha, the mail. You know the type, ones that any good married woman frowned upon and never let into the house. I threw it down onto the bed cover.Curiosity got to me, starting to read I was soon enthralled by the stories. In short, the ones where men let their wives go with other men. As I read, my fingers had found their own way down to my breasts stroking and rubbing, until squeezing my nipples very hard.With a snort of disgust, I threw the filthy magazine into one of my side table drawers before jumping off. . the time?Junior? She'd want to keep it ... SHE had an island she could take it to... (she had already delivered TWO Elco Torpedo boats and TWO brand new ... but old stock Grumman Widgeons to said Island simply because her mother didn't have one.) ... and a mother who understood ... nay ... aided and abetted her offspring in nefarious acts of sabotage and open rebellion. Junior wouldn't be born for TWELVE YEARS ... but here she was ... with her mother's blessing.She needed a quasi legitimate. He smiled his welcome, but then, frowned his askance at the look on her face.“Candace?” I said. I didn’t know which of us looked the more concerned.“Just visiting, Dad, like we planned,” she said, “lunch.” She sounded earnest, something.“Dad? Not Father?” I said.“Hmm, uh-yes, I forgot,” she said. She clearly had something serious on her mind and I figured it to be not good news for me; well, experience teaches.“Hmm,” I said. “You seem ... something.”“No, no, I’m good,” she said. “So, how are.