Guess what you'll be cleaning soon... } "Hello Paul," she paused."Hi Mrs Morrison, meet my mother, Mary, meet Marge." That got sort of a dirty look fr...om the former Mrs Morrison. "Can we come in, my mother has something important to talk to you about." Still no light bulbs, as she led us into the living room.As we were sitting down, "If this is about our children, I want you to know that I had no idea, and the minute I found out I canceled all of Tammy's privileges!"My turn, "Actually Marge this. ’ He looked astonished. ‘You play golf?’ Saved! ‘Oh yes, I often play nine holes with my mother and occasionally a full round with my father and his buddies if they are a player short.’ Impressed, and taking her carry-bag and almost dropping it because of the weight, he asked: ‘So you have a handicap?’ ‘Yes twelve.’ He looked, er, stunned. He must play golf. ‘What’s your handicap – golf I mean?’ ‘Eighteen,’ he said weakly. They shared an outside interest besides sex, at least hopefully sex.. It was a used unit, he found, when he took it out of the carton. Alana must have gotten a good deal on eBay. After he installed the television, Alana locked the door of the room. By then it was Friday evening. In the past, when life in the house was normal, he would return from his firm to be greeted by Alana, in a pretty dress or nice jeans, ready for a good cool drink, before a tasty simple meal, then a film in their bedroom and then...Well, it was just too sad to think about that now. . .My sensual wife was wearing a short summer dress with no underwear.The thin material allowed to guess her hardened nipples poking against the cloth and even her dark areolas were visible. As we passed the reception, our nice kind young guy gave Ana a thorough examination and he clearly enjoyed what he saw. It looked to me that he was undressing my wife with his hungry eyes…After having a delicious Italian meal for dinner; we both went to a couple bars there in the middle of the small town.My.