If it were not for you and this fabulous resource, Annie would not have been possible, or at least as much fun.To “Raccoon”, my SCI reader, and th... one guy who knows why Sandy has a picture of a raccoon on her underwear, for your feedback and help in understanding assisted living.To all of my readers, especially those who wrote to me. Whether you are telling me how much you are enjoying the story or just flirting with Annie or Sandy, your feedback is what gives me the enthusiasm to write.And. "Jared! You stop right there! What are you doing?" I turned to face Ms. Anderson. She was standing in the entrance to her WC, hands on hips, and from the fire I saw in her face, fit to be tied. She was, however, still dressed in only bloomers and stockings. I tried my best not to stare at the swell of her breasts, or her large, dark nipples. "I'm just... I..." I was dumbfounded. And I was caught. "If your father were here he'd whip you until you bled. Or worse!" "Yes, Ma'am," I admitted. "You. We don’t have time to make love.’ Jeff loved how cuddly his wife was, but needed to make sure he wasn’t late for work. ‘Yes we do. I want breakfast in bed.’ Natalie said the control word and waited for a reaction. Jeff blinked twice and felt his cock swell. At this exact moment, he needed to fuck his wife. ‘Fuck me now.’ Jeff hissed those words and spun Natalie around. He pushed her down on the counter and ran his hand through her blonde hair. His other hand was fumbling to undo his dress. Her excitement bubbled over."I'll stay with twenty. Ok, baby, deal your cards." Beverly could hardly remain in her seat. She squirmed like a bored child in church.The dealer dealt his first card, a nine. Next came a three."You have to hit. Let's see a face card so you go bust, dealer man," giggled Beverly.Out of the shoe, the dealer dragged a two of hearts. Without hesitation, he pulled another card from the shoe and flipped it over."A seven... not a goddamned seven!" shouted Beverly. "Fucking.