Obviously, she approved of Monique's choice in a husband.I nodded to Ryan in thanks and he grinned back. Then I made my way to the master bedroom whil...e he told Mom about us bumping into one another upstairs.I had never been in my adopted parents' bedroom before. It was one of the many little things that hadn't been allowed. Not by explicit rules, but more enforced by their disapproving glares and snide comments. There simply was no need for me to be in their room. So, to some degree, I was in. It seemed possible, though, that this was still-another movie in which Shirley had been featured."Is there any way to find out, for sure, whether this is she?" I asked Herm."I can think of two ways, offhand," he said. "One, try to find the movie on VCR or DVD, and check for yourself." What's number two?" I asked."Much easier than number one," Herm said. "Ask Shirley." Wouldn't asking her a question like that suggest a greater interest in her past life than I probably ought to be showing?". .Trisha peeled her gloves off one at a time and let them drop on thefloor. With a wide smile on her face, she put her hands on her neck. Shewas lost in the moment as she ran her fingertips over her skin, strokingit sensually. She let her eyes flutter closed as the feeling nearlyovercame her. She longed for a man's touch, but since she was spendingthe night alone, she had to settle for this. It was the next best thing--and perhaps actually better in many ways. She had the perfect lover inRob,. Danny liked fucking, he told me so and when I’d seen him with Ruth I knew there was nothing fake about the way he gave it to her. He could be tender when he wanted to be and the opposite as well. What I’d started to see with my own eyes, and I don’t know how else to put this, was how much he liked to be fucked.As before it was Mom, Danny and me in the living room that morning. Later I realized it was no accident Dad had some kind of errand to take care of on both days. I’m glad. I love him as.