May need training advice.’ She choked on that and I pounded on her back. ‘Damn, it’s hard to stay mad at you.’ ‘I was thinking of that marri...age advice that says don’t ever go to bed mad.’ Sarah was at my back. ‘But you are always fighting with us when we go to bed. Wouldn’t know what to do without it.’ I pulled her into my lap, and ran my hand up under the short skirt to her briefs. ‘Ah, he is back to molesting us. Things must be improving. Please rub me there nicely.’ Susan walked into the. Now get yourself into the shower; I have about a half an hour more work to do on the free weights. See you tomorrow."Somewhat appeased, John headed for the shower. Afterwards, as he was leaving the locker room, he glanced over at the free weights, looking for Katie. He spotted her on the bench press. There was a guy there standing behind the bench, his hands under the bar as Katie pushed the bar up until she could re-rack the weight. The guy's shirt was so tight around his arms and his chest. This was the third one that I've seen so far. It seemed sacrilegious that I endorsed Leslie's porn career by using their money - though I only increased my spending so it couldn't have bothered me too much. I also purchased over thirty magazines, of various types, with pictorials of their daughter. I've purchased memberships to five online adult sites that had a section with Leslie's photos upon it. I padded my expense sheet with notes about 'research'.Leslie's body began to vibrate as the toe. She was wearing tight black trousers, cotton perhaps, and a black sweater. The guy was tallish, similar age, nondescript. Let’s be honest, I wasn’t looking at him. He saw me though. Our eyes made contact and I saw a little smile grow on his face. Okay, I thought. The woman, I was now thinking of her as his wife, as that’s how it looked to me, was kneeling on the bench, sideways along its length, half supporting herself on the backrest with one hand, rubbing her tits with the other. Her arse.