I doubt he'd discuss it with me. But generally he seemed a bit muddled and disconcerted." I'll ask Mary if he tried calling." You know," said Joe, "if...Harold and his young lady friend come to Thanksgiving and the wedding, which I'm sure they will..." He could come alone," suggested Margie hopefully."Perhaps, but I doubt it." They'll expect to sleep in the master bedroom," Marta realized."Don't invite him," said a pouting Margie.Marta shook her head. "Of course he's invited. It's his house and I. "Geesh," she thought to herself, "this guy is lying through his teeth, Edie is right, he is hiding assets some place!" For the next ten minutes she poured over the deposition of Edie's husband, and all at once a light bulb went off in her head, and she spun around in her desk and reached for a law book on the top shelf of her book case. As she stretched up to retrieve it, snap, her right bra strap tore away from its moorings and left her right breast totally lacking in support! Now for most. Oh, doggy, that’s..... I trailed off, tossing my head, my face contorted in pleasure, my stomach feeling as if it was just about to explode, it was so taut and tense. ...So good, so nice. Yes, I groaned and spasmed, my hips shaking with the incipient orgasm, it was so close, my midriff and crotch feeling that especial pain that comes just before the final release.... AHH! Ahhhh Dog!!! Yes!! Yes!!!!! He just continued licking me, my orgasm coming hot and furious, his tongue still going at. So if that's the problem, the obvious solution is let myself open up. To get beyond the simple expedient of being 'the boyfriend' and allowing them to see the real me, which is terrifying to contemplate.Why was that such a scary thought? Fear of rejection? Well, I should be used to that by now. Except, I always took comfort in the idea that they weren't really rejecting me, because they didn't really know the 'real' me. They were rejecting my version of 'the boyfriend'.I was slowly realizing,.