Dishes piled high in a small steel sink. Torn labels from around the globe covered a heavy wooden chest. The next sight twisted her guts into knots. ...er blue eyes darted around the treasure scattered across the antique vanity crammed into the small space. Emotions wrestled whether to laugh or cry. Her brain needed to gather more evidence before it could come to some agreement with what her heart already knew. A candy tin filled with fine brushes, crumbling makeup sponges, and twisted tubes of. Arthur wasn’t like her and didn’t find comfort in simply being at home surrounded by their family. He needed to be doing something; needed to be active. It was one of the things that had first made her notice him in their school days, the way he always had to ‘do’ instead of just ‘be’ like some of the other boys his age, but lately…Lately, she was starting to resent him for it. Starting to despise the way he preferred to spend his time with his work rather than with his family. Spending long. A good&hellip, adulterer? Polygamist? Cheating bastard, more like. God damn my complicated life. I felt like a robot. The next day Becky was a proper student the whole day, and that afternoon I went to her house, on schedule. I followed her up to her room, and she sat me on her bed. I think she realized I was in a quandary because she decided to entertain me and danced for me as she stripped from her school clothes. She took control and soon was riding my rigid cock into oblivion, hey young. She hadn't said a word, she just fondled me. I'm not saying I didn't like it, I was just surprised. I turned to look at her and saw a sly smile on her face. "What's that about?", I asked. "Is there something wrong?", she replied, slowly taking her hand away. "What you just did, Terri. I didn't expect that". "Then you sure as hell don't expect this", she exclaimed. With that she leaned toward me, grabbed my face in her hands and started kissing me with more passion than I have ever felt. I broke.