"***AFTERWARDS***I had to console my daughter who was crying afterwards. She said she heard the entire argument, but was too scared to come out and sa... anything. We had always assumed that what we did together in private would always remain our little secret and that no one would ever know- but we took that for granted. Joan emailed me later that night telling me that she would be at her sister's house for a few days to clear her head and think about the future, and to not worry about her. My legs. My hourglass body and sexy, tight little ass. No I could not hide from it. My wife had made Brittany and she was a total woman. I decided to take a nice long hot shower and relax from a very trying day.I put on a shower cap and stepped in and closed the door. I heard my wife come into the bedroom and exclaim that I must always properly care for my clothes and put them away where they belong. She said she would put them away this one time and lay out my clothes for bedtime. Before. "Well if you can caption it, beautiful jeans even when you feel like shit, it should work," I said with a giggle of my own."Well we should know something in a week or so. I sent them the two best of all the different looks so their art director would feel like she had a hand in it," Wilma said between bites of pizza. I ate the smallest piece and contented myself with the ice tea after that."Who knows what these people what to see," I said in agreement. In my heart I was absolutely sure that it. A few shakes of her head as she walked up the half dozen steps leading to the porch helped a little. A “Please Come In” sign was nailed next to the storm door. The door opened with a distinctive squeak, which was quickly followed by the ringing of bells from above the door. Sherrie was instantly engulfed in the beauty, comfort and age of the room she had entered. To her left was a staircase leading to the second floor and, to the left of the steps, the entrance to a large dining room. The room.