It sounded like something had fallen against the wall. Opening the door I found Monica sitting on the floor, her back up against the wall, her knees u...p, and she was crying into her hands. She never looked up. There isn’t a power on earth more powerful than a wife’s tears. I was mad, hell I was furious at her for selling her jewelry, but at that moment it no longer mattered. Some things are more important than material objects, like her and my two kids. I slid down next to her and pulled her. The more money I managed to make and save now, the more I would be able to leverage then. I figured I could conservatively manage ten-fold returns on every dollar in 1973, and more than that in 1979. I was reading the Wall Street Journal and Fortune religiously.Another reason was that all of this took time. Time to cook, time to do wash, time to clean house. This was all on top of time to do homework, time to run and exercise, and time to go to aikido class. I even contemplated quitting the. He reached behind her and produced some oil, without any preamble the lid was off and a liberal dose of the contents were on her hands and already in use to rub his cock. Meanwhile her top had vanished, oil had splashed onto her breasts and nipples and his hands were roaming and stroking and kneading expertly. The kiss had now gravitated to the fencing of tongues, a real battle royale proceeded, grew as desire was unleashed with the need of both of them to taste and experience the other.His. The next show was still a matinee, so he doubted there would be any problem with seating. There had only be a handful of people at the previous showing. Jackson sat back down and waited. As he sat, he glanced around and noticed a few early arrivals coming through the theater door . Four teenage girls came bouncing down the aisle, whispering to each other and then giggling into their fists. They moved past Jackson, and bounded into the second row, directly in front of the screen. He doubted.