She gave a strange kind of shudder as it exited completely from her hole, but almost at once I reinserted it – using my hand to guide its alignment ...nd make sure that it was spearing into the right spot.This time it sank in another inch, and Helen squealed in ecstasy – mingled with a slight note of alarm – as it opened her up inside, cleaving through where nothing and no one had been before. I pulled the dildo out and then pushed it in again, working with gentle insistence to get the whole. Oh my!!!Her back was sooo smooth and fleshy and shining . I bit her once there, and she said” uuiee ma ssss”..wow what a response that was !Then I took off the other strap of her bra with my mouth and took off the whole bra. I placed my right hand on her back and slided it from her neck to her waist while she wriggled in the bed.she sometimes giggled while sometimes held my hand when she could not control it. Then I turned her over again to see her stomach.I then started pressing both her boobs. Then we had arguments about money. I kept telling her that I did not make as much money as she spent. Twice she threatened to get a divorce, and both times I called her bluff. The first time she went away for a week. The second time, I settled her bluff by packing her stuff and showing her the door. She ran home to momma and was told to go back and be a partner, not a complainer. She was also told that at 25 I was making more money than her father was at 55.I warned her that she had to control. It's funny, the clich? of money not buying happiness, it's a fucked up liereally, but this was probably the time I was my happiest as a kid.Part of it was since I was the new kid, I didn't have the history of beingthe crybaby. I was too awkward to be popular. I was reasonably friendly,so I wasn't picked on constantly at least. I ended up with a few veryclose geek loser friends. We talked about comics and my best friend cameover a few times with his Nintendo, to play games on.Since my mother was.