He climbed on me missionary style and I was lost I wrap my legs around him and was hanging on the edge of a good orgasium when I felt him cum. He roll...d over and in minuets was asleep. I lay there frustrated as I have ever been another night of me getting myself off with my husband home even. I get up and go to the bathroom to my normal spot and proceed to slowly play with my clit bringing my self closer and closer over that edge. I was lost in my own world thinking of Mikes brother Mark . Then. " I'm sorry," I snuffled. "It's me, Dee." Dee? I don't know anyone named Dee," she retorted. "The only 'Dee' I know is a ghost. Go away, whoever you are, I'm planning a funeral!" MISSY! Don't you DARE hang up on me! I'm SORRY! I've had a couple 'a bad days! All right? Don't give me such a hard time! Someone tried to kill me for chrissakes!" Oh Dee," she sighed. "Are you okay?" I'm better. I'm sorry I worried you so." So? Are you calling to invite me to your heroic parade down Main Street?"Was I. “Good heavens!” she exclaimed, seeing me approach. “You’ve done well for yourself, child!”I burst into laughter at this, and she gathered me into her arms for a fierce embrace and a kiss to my cheeks. I admit to tears at this reunion, but was somewhat surprised to see, when I drew back, tears in her eyes as well. She cupped my face in a hand, and said, “Saints preserve me, but you had me so worried when you went away! You were so young, and to be traveling so far, with no idea what you would. When I approached Milford, I saw a house I’d seen before — on the side of a hill and wondered if that was the house Anna Wilson had told me about when Angie and I had lunch with her. If so, it was her boyfriend’s house, and if I pieced together all the clues, he was the Milford kid who had invented ‘Strip Chess’, run the computer dating program, gone to Sweden, and was now living in Chicago.The house looked huge and I was early enough to drive by it. I turned on Klondyke Drive, drove up a steep.