Normal was not normal any longer. But it faded as the week wore on and Friday was just another day finally. No thoughts of what could be. I have settl...d back into that normal I was sure I would leave behind forever. I wonder if everything was easy for Leah to return to her life. I find myself wishing she would call or write. Early Saturday morning as I am getting ready to climb into the garden and clean up some of the things I had ignored this week. I hear a knock at the front door. I open it. My girlfriends were all Hispanic. My first wife was Mexican American. Even though many of my friends parent where born in the use Spanish was the language spoke at home. So the languages where mixed into Nano-phrases. Let me give you an example I once used this one; I was asked where in Mexico my mother in-law in Spanish this was my reply. Mi espouse, madrea es from Chihuahua, “My mother in law is from Chihuahua Mexico” I translate. I didn’t know the Spanish word for “from” so I used English;. “Two,” I called out, struggling to keep my voice level.Another smack, another count. I fought to keep my screams out of my voice but by number twenty I was shrieking. Luckily, at that moment Adam stopped and turned me over so that I was sitting on the bed looking at him. My ass ached from the weight of sitting on it. My cunt was so wet that it was dripping out of my panties, sticking to my thighs. Adam traced his finger along my wet thigh and then put it in my mouth, making me taste how. It pleased him to make her happy. She lifted her arm after he finished his attention and he began to wash her under the water, under her arm and down her side in slow loving strokes of the cloth. He was not trying to be erotic. Touching her pleased him and from her smile found a receptive pleasure in her. He washed as far down her leg as he could reach. As he drew the cloth back up, he wondered if she would lift her leg as she had done with her arm to allow him to wash her most intimate part,.