”Susan playfully rapped her knuckles on my forehead. “There is some learning going on in there.”I blushed and nodded.“It’s okay to want a wi...e who has a career,” she said gently. “When I got married, women didn’t have a lot of career options. With women’s lib, girls today have a lot more choices. In some ways, that’s a good thing. But you need to remember that family is probably still the most important thing. Make sure you marry a woman who knows how to balance career and family.”I nodded.“And. He'd staggered back into the club when she told him to fuck off. Which had been something in his favour, Deborah had thought.Then what?Oh yes. Oh shit! Then someone had pulled a sack over her head and she'd been lifted up. That had been when she passed out. And how, she guessed, she came to be here sitting on the floor, in what looked like a tiny room, with the silver wreath of flowers that she wore on her head in a distinct state of disarray and the wand that had been tucked into her belt,. Lori was sleeping on her side, with her back toward me. Brit was still laying semi on me. Her head was still on my shoulder/chest area, with her arm over me, and her leg over mine. Her tit was resting on my lower rib cage. I needed to piss, but I didn't want to wake Brit up. So I gently slid my body, letting Brit's head hit the edge of my pillow. Thankfully, she moved, shifting herself on her other side. Now I had the room to get out of bed without waking either of them. It felt great as piss. The story dates back to almost 30 years ago when I was about 8 year old. I was staying in a small industrial town in India where my father was working in a local industrial unit in the capacity of an executive. He was a simple nice gentle man with perfect demeanor and perfect manners and very well respected and so was my mother – his wife. They were matching couples very respectful of each other and both always looked the nice decent type and nothing they did ever would indicate that they had a.