Now they get on so well. Why, Brittney is just a little daddy?s girl. Aren?t you, honey?? She tickled the sole of one of Brian?s soft feet and he laug...ed and scrunched his painted toes in delight.?Oh?? Julie could barely manage. ?That?s great??Sara went to the refrigerator and returned with a small bottle of strained bananas. She sat in a chair next to her husband and began feeding him the baby food with a plastic Pokemon spoon. Once in a while she wiped Brian?s mouth with his bib. He seemed to. Life was good, and our sex life wasbrilliant.In the late seventies, a new fashion item was introduced which helped myundoing. Suddenly on rainy days, there were pretty transparent plasticraincoats everywhere, with attached hoods with drawstrings. Every shophad them for sale, and soon my fetish was aroused. I would find that Iwould manage to stand next to a pretty woman wearing a plastic mac, andmy hand would surreptitiously stroke the thin plastic. During my lunchhour, I would wander around the. Of course, Larry wanted to be involved with our grand opening. He kept calling the new gallery Live Oaks II and said how he would provide all the beer for our opening and any shows we would hold. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that we would be serving wine, champagne and expensive whiskey, instead of his beer. Even worse, I couldn’t tell him that I had named the new place the Faith Mitchell Gallery and not Live Oaks.I also didn’t tell him that I’d hired Amanda to be my gallery manager or. Check out and leave some comments. The best part is part 3 and will be coming soon! Part 2: So after I caught my wife cheating on me with my then best friend, I started looking into more of what she has done or was doing. I hired a private investigator to follow her around for a month. I wasnt sure what would come up, but I wanted proof of whatever it was. I hadnt decided if I wanted to leave her or not. She had been begging me for forgiveness and had basically been my sex slave every night..