Fingerprints. Plea bargains. In a Minneapolis minute my dick was doing a convincing imitation of overcooked pasta. Damn ! I thought. Clear your mind... Associate. Make a connection. Something hot. House. Our house. A room. Living room. Coffee Table. Ellen. A bra coming off. E cup tits. Tits doing a fetching little sway. Nipples erect. Oh, Mister Chubby liked this. He was again finding his footing in a very bold way indeed. “Oh, my gosh! Would you look at that!” The voice was right outside the. I couldn't dial the phone fast enough!"Dad? Hi, it's me. ___ Yes, I read the letter just now. Ofcourse I have plenty of room, here. You were here once, remember? ___ No. Celia needn't worry. As a matter of fact, Nick & I will pick you up at the airport, once you close on the farm. ___ No, Nick's not here, right now, but don't concern yourself with that. It will be no problem, I guarantee it. ____ Fine. We have plenty of time. I'll call you next week. ____ Bye, dad.So, Dad & Celia will be moving. Shit…forgot to turn it off this morning.Before turning it off, thought better make sure that nothing embarrassing was still on it.Thankfully, the feed had been turned off and all that was recorded was of me standing up and turning away from it this morning…maybe one of my tits flashed, but other than that, we were ok.Went to clear the memory…but for whatever reason, maybe curiosity, or whatever fast forwarded until the kids came home from school.A warm feeling enveloped me as I watched the door. Take the situation that now exists between my wife and me. Linda and I have been married almost seven years now, but out relationship has changed more in the last six months than it did in the first six years. Let me explain how my present predicament began. I guess in a sense everything that has happened to me has been my fault.I should have left well enough alone, you see I’m married to a 25 year old fox of a wife. Her name is Linda and I’ve been with her ever since she was 16 years old. She.