She was my life.I, however, was not as good to her as she was to me. And I felt horrible for it. Ever since I was in college, I developed a horrible..., horrible masturbation addiction. As technology developed, my addictions grew worse. I could not remove myself from my stimulus, and as such I simply could not give my wife the lovemaking she was giving me. Add to that a job that required travel each week, and my time alone in hotels with my smart phone put our sex life in jeopardy.This was my. At 12:30 past dark thirty.“What are you going to do?” Bill, my attorney ... my attorney? When did that happen? I guess ... Bill wanted to know what to do about the property.“Who is looking after it now?” I asked. This responsibility thing is ... is ... fuck!”“Charlie had a security company collecting rent and a handy-man agency looking after the buildings, houses and whatnot.”I know we looked things over ... but ... responsibility ... I really wasn’t paying that much attention ... so, “Where’s. " We laughed and hit the shower again. The limo would be here in less than an hour. I dressed in my sexiest red lingerie--a very lacy bra, matching garter belt and thong and red stockings. All those months of workouts had really paid off as I felt as great as I looked--and this kind of outfit hides nothing. Next, I slipped into a pimento-colored silk dress with a matching belt to accentuate my thin waist, and finally, a pair of red heels. Kirt had seen pictures of me in this dress and. Linda wanted to please her mother with all her heart. She was working hard to control her natural shyness that had prevented her from having any real friends since her father had died.Nicole was a good girl from a very religious family, who were fairly comfortable financially. They had a big house and even a pool, where she, Linda and Debbie had been working hard every Sunday to get a tan, despite their rather conservative swimsuits.Nicole's father enjoyed the girl's company and was very nice.