She leaned over and kissed my now deflated cock. “I’m sorry I was such a bitch before. You’re right, you were injured helping me and all I cou...d see was a complaining person. My clients complain and don’t do anything to help themselves. I think you triggered some resentment in me, misdirected as it was.” “Don’t worry about it, Jean. You’ve got a tough job. It's rewarding because you’re helping people recover from, or live with, damaged bodies and often psyches, but sometimes they take. Kara really didn't want to put on any more. She was already imagining what it would be like to wear the sleep set in the back yard while having her second cup of coffee. Her father's attitude about how she should be dressed was considerably different than her own and he was not likely to be as accepting as he had been on their trip. For breakfast with Daddy, she would at least need to cover herself with a robe. She found one in her closet that was not too old-ladyish. She hoped it would be. ـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ ـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ ـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ ـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ ـــــالجزء الثالثبعد قضاء اليوم الأول في بيت اخي و نياكتي ل مراته مريانا , في الجزء السابق انتهبنا عندما صحيت على نفسي و لقيت الدنيا الصبح و لقيتها لابسة قميص نوم احمر و بتجهز في الفطار و لما شافتني قمت أتت لعندي باستني و قالتلي ايه انبسطت ؟؟ قلتها كتيير قالتلي انتي لسا ما شفتش حاجة قدامك يومين لسا , و قامت قالتلي يلا تعال افطر قعدنا نفطر و بلشت تاكل و. ’ I said flatly. It struck me as odd but I wasn’t angry, I had no emotion at all. Some things I could forgive, perhaps even a transgression like this. Lord knows it had popped into my mind from time to time when I noticed an attractive female. Yes, I knew myself well enough to know I could perhaps be less than true. I hadn’t been, no opportunity, but yes, I could. I also knew Gerry, if she had had a fling with some stranger….? But with Mike? My best friend? And in my bed? That was not something.