I had been nursing that second beer for over an hour, and I set it aside when I noticed my wife coming over. She was wearing her satin robe and looked...very sad. I was laying on a chaise lounge. “Want to talk?” I asked. I moved over and patted the edge of the chaise.She sat down next to me. “I’m sorry about how I behaved earlier,” she told me quietly. “I wasn’t being fair to you.”“It’s all right; don’t worry about it,” I told her.“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”I reached out and. She took a sip of a very nice Malbec from Argentina while she relished the fact she was done for the day. She dearly wished she was done for good, because her weariness came from more than her body - her soul was weary – weary of almost two years of treating gang-bangers, pimps, whores, drug dealers, out of town business men, and sometimes women, who came to Chicago for business and a little fun, but that fun turned out to be more than they bargained for. She’d been at the top of her class in. Too soon Im laughing loudly, shh Ann, he warns me. Dads only in the next room, you know that if he hears you hell be mad because youve disturbed him. The thought of Dad coming through silences me through fear of getting beaten. His tickling tactics change, and he starts to tickle my feet. I dont like getting my feet touched and he knows this. I try to pull my feet away from him, but he holds my feet in place. He starts to tug on the bottom of my jeans. Theyre slightly too big for my waist and. Eventually Diane wanted to go all the way. So we waited until my house was empty, parents at work, and I took her to my home, to my parent’s big bed. I laid down a blanket on top of their bedding. I stripped the girl down to bare ass naked and then removed my own clothing. She had a black patch of soft pubic hair and her skin was very pale, like porcelain around that little patch of black. I spent some time kissing her, working down to her nipples, sucking and lightly biting them, then over her.