I had Ron’s graduation ceremony to prepare for and the family graduation party we planned to hold in his grandmother’s backyard. It was a Thursday...around 9:15 pm, and I was on the couch double-checking the guest list when Ron came into the living room, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV as he complained. “Jeez, mom, they are at it almost every night.”“You’re not spying on them again, are you?”“No, not really, but twice this week when I opened the window to get some cooler air in the. She came into our bedroom where I do my work from during one of her breaks. She wants me to get rid of most of my books because I’m not smart enough to understand them anymore. Not my fiction collection, but my hard and soft sciences and language, theology books. I couldn’t even argue the point. I told her I was going to keep some for sentimental reasons. It made me cry. I had to get off the phones for a few minutes. I had built so much of my self image around my intelligence. My ability to. Sipping my drink, I watched as Paul set the stage. He racked the balls, broke, and went on to sink a few slid ones and one of the striped balls. Laying his cue stick and the one that was supposed to be mine on the felt. As he turned and started over to me, I pulled the top of my dress down to my waist, baring my lust inflamed tits. Kneeling between my widely spread thighs, he ran his fingertips slowly up my trembling thighs. My body stiffened and arched upwards as he trailed his fingers across. ?" Forget it. Let's keep them from killing each other if we can... !"The two wives remained silently by, one staring from her bed, the other near her as they gaped at the empty doorway, listening to their respective husbands leave the house without further word to them."Are you hungry, Baby?" Carol, with a touch of rising anticipation to her voice, asked."I-I was, but... but..."Carol smiled. "I understand, Honey. Me too, though I don't know why. By this time, I should think we'd both be.