He was just withdrawn ... distant.I mean there was the obvious: he didn't want to talk about his time overseas, but that wasn't really surprising. He ...ad been in two shooting conflicts and seen men die. He also seemed unable to hold constant eye contact, as if he were ashamed of something.And, there was something else... his demeanor in the bedroom had totally changed.In the past, he would snap his fingers and point to his cock and his happily submissive wife (meaning me) would immediately drop. I wasn't sure if i shouldwear a bra under a slip, gonna have to ask mom about that. I didn'thave my bra on yet, but decided I probably should wear a bra under it.So I took off my nighty and grabbed a white bra out of my drawer. Ilooked at my drawer with panties, bras, nylons and they were all mine.It brought a smile to my face. I can't imagine too many fourteen yearold boys would be happy with a drawer full of panties and bras thatwere for them, but I was. So I took my bra, slid it on and after. At every school there was at least one other girl -- seldom involved in much of anything -- who was so appealing, so downright enthralling -- that she seemed above the mundane and childish activities and traditions of high school.Just such a girl was Carol Pitocki. Tall, beauty without peer, always dressing elegantly and moving regally, you never saw her at a football game or a dance. She was the kind of young woman who attracted the attention of teenagers when she was in fifth grade, and when. Her orgasm must have been the biggest one yet, because she moaned the loudest, saying, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.” It took her a while to calm down. As soon as she was calm enough, I started to raise myself, kissing her along the way, until I was above her, looking straight into her eyes. I kissed her deeply on the lips and after we broke our kiss, she said, “Daddy, make love to me please. I do want to be your wife.” At that I placed the head of my cock to the entrance of her pussy, and said, “Darling.