I had to sit down and ask Jeremy to stop talking since he would happily keep answering my open ended question. Kristen put her head back own my knee, ...looking up at me. So many questions, I needed to focus on the most important parts first."Kristen, please get dressed, go upstairs and close the blinds and then come back here."Off she went, while I started thinking about whether it was safe to release Jeremy. Maybe he put a back door in his own program or something. Then again, he had been pretty. OH MY GOD! She sighed, Bazza laughed morning how are you today, Helen struggled to speak, erm, erm good thanks, very good now. That day Steve wasn’t home leaving Bazza and Helen alone all day, They became really close laughing, joking, really it was just Helen wanted to suck his big cock, the good housewife was turning into a cock slut.Later that day Steve returned with some bad news or so he fought, he was having to spend a weekend away in London leaving Helen and Bazza alone, Helen acted. One of the women he was with cried rape and he was locked up. The frustration was too much for him and after three days he committed suicide." Wow," Denise said."My aunt was a rather famous swinger. She made the rounds of just about every swinging party in Los Angeles back in the day," Dale said."That's amazing," Denise said unable to believe what he was saying."I remember as kids going over to my grandparent's house for visits. Half of the time, we'd find them going at it in the living room.. Almost guiltily I sneaked around to my front door. I paused at the door, just in case.Silent. No light from under the door.Summoning what courage I had left, I turned the key. There was no handle to turn, just a cheap handle for pulling the door closed.I eased the door open to a darkened room.Slipping into my room, I quietly shut the door behind me. I thought about turning on the light, but there was enough illumination coming in through the window to see my way to the dresser against the wall..