After a minute Sian answered."Who is it?" Beverly. It's important," I whispered hoarsely."There was another pause then the latch inside the door slid ...ack andSian's face appeared. I motioned urgently to emphasise the need forsilence. She let me in and I locked the door behind me."What's wrong?" Nothing, but I have to be quiet." Go on," encouraged Margaret who was till lying under the duvet with asomewhat flushed complexion."D' you always lock the door?" I asked."Not at home." Well that's not. Yeah, I was pretty much dripping the whole time.He let me settle in and I was trying to get control of my breathing, ormy libido, or my heart-rate, but I was just a bundle of nerves for himto play with, and that was fine with me!He now stood in front of me. I was really hoping he was going to let mesuck his cock. I wanted him in me so bad, I didn't really care how. Andthe buzzing from the plug was not helping with that desire. He leanedin close and said, "No peeking now."He then slid a. In hindsight, I should have gone into counseling, but that also scared me because I was afraid that I’d be forced back into the way I had been, and I didn’t want that either.“I guess that gives you a sample of what I was feeling at the time. I learned since then that you can’t keep up that level of angst for too long. Things start to settle down. You almost force them to. You pick a few simple things and nail them down at first, and say to yourself, ‘I won’t let this change any more. This is no. They hadn't even gotten in a good fuck before she left for Australia.He then wandered out to the kitchen to get a drink, finding Tracy in her baby doll pajamas. It was later than he had realized; apparently Kris had gotten too far in his paperwork to notice until now.Tracy was startled. "Kris, hi!" Sorry to scare you, Trace," he smiled at his son's pretty girlfriend."Did you get your work done?" she asked."Most of it. I think I'm going to relax in the living room for a bit." Mind if I join you.