I complied, leaning down, with my hands bracing myself on the edge of the sink. He bent over me and placed a small kiss on my neck. His hands moved un...der my dress, and slid under the strings on the sides of my panties. He pulled them down and they felt satiny on my feet. He touched me to see if I was ready. I was. Throbbing and wet as his fingers slid inside of me then rubbed my clit. His hips were pushing at my ass, tight against him. I pulled my dress up to my stomach with one hand and felt. I got out first and let my wife take a longer bath, she was still happily shocked by my violent pounding and needed to wash my cum off her hair. I dressed up quickly and went to the kitchen where Shanti was standing with her back to me and almost shivering. I caught her shoulders and pulled her breasts out of her blouse while standing behind her… I turned her to face me and put her left arm around my neck and kissed her while squeezing her open breasts with my left hand around her… My right. I've told you all of that." I'm just trying to set the scene, John. Just listen for a bit," Pat paused, gathering her thoughts."So all of the squabbling during those months really were undermining your relationship, chewing away at the very foundation of your marriage. You were angry and you felt that your wife considered her work more important that her marriage. At the same time, Esther was also angry and bitter. She felt that you knew how important this was to her and felt that you should. " He climbed on the treadmill and started it up. She started pedaling lazily on the bike. He raised his voice above the motor noise and asked, "You can't even say his name, can you?" This triggered an animated conversation on her feelings about her mother's marriage. It had come close to ruining a very close mother-daughter relationship. Morgan had been the one who relented, sensing her mother's need for male companionship. She had endured living with them the summer after her senior year of.