Maggie’s mom, Julia, walked into the room with a rather short and form fitting dress on. She was sexy! When Maggie entered the room and stood next t...o her mom it was like looking at sisters. They were both about 5’6” with long, dark brown hair, and extremely slender figures. Their only flaw (if it was one) were their small breasts, not even enough to fill a palm. Eager to get away from her dad, I quickly led Maggie out the door and to my car. The whole way to the theater Maggie couldn’t stop. He had nothing else. “G’night!” He opened the door for his wife and they escaped. Jennfer was confused about their hasty exit until Mitch pointed out her mother’s loose bra on their way out. Jon had the mini-van started before Mia climbed in. “How fast can we get home?” she asked. “They’re out looking for drunk drivers this time of night. We can’t speed; maybe thirty minutes at best.” “I can’t wait that long.” “Way ahead of you.” Jon drove the van into a nearby apartment complex and parked in. “We could even possibly get a hotel room together. How’s that sound to you love? Just you and me together and we could get comfy for the night.” Her voice was entirely different. Holy shit, I told myself. Now that’s a bold suggestion and I mean a really, really bold one at that. She was up front with me about it all and I thought about the idea too. And then I happened to say “What are you saying, Vanessa?” She was point blank direct. “Marcus honey, make love to me will you?” Once she said that. I had no idea Marge was keeping a diary and I was more than a little intrigued. I decided to put off masturbating and peek at what my wife had to say. I flipped through only to see that she tracked her periods and other activities pertinent to everyday life. Then I came to a page titled Romance written in large letters and then a line struck though it. ROMANCE: What a joke, what kind of romance can I expect from Mike? That’s not fair, he was romantic, but after all these years of marriage, I.