"Perhaps she'll get more comfortable as the week wears on," Geena opined."I don't think that sex story of that night helped though." Probably not." I ...pulled the covers back and slipped into the bed in apracticed fashion that left no doubt I was accustomed to wearing a longnightgown. I held the covers and waited for Geena to join me.She climbed in, pulled the covers over and snuggled up next to me. "Ireally am exhausted, been a long day." I know, me too," I admitted. It was nice being able to. " Probably so. You tend to have really good ideas overall."I turned on the MP3 player and allowed it the five seconds to initialize. Then, the eight hours of "music" began to play.The "music" was actually numerous sound files I had downloaded from the Internet over the past few months as I had planned this event. However, these were not normal, "mundane" sound files – these were the sounds of women in the throes of ecstasy, including a number of true screamers.I glanced up at my husband's face,. Hoping to stop her from crying, I put my arm around her and pulled her to me. I became aware of three things; her body was shaking, her breasts were boring into my chest and her closeness was having an affect on my cock. I stoked the small of her back, down to the crack of her ass and back up to her shoulder blades. Her body felt warm and familiar. But, when she tried to press her lips to mine, I released her, letting her fall onto her back.A shocked look crossed her face until she noticed how. So I came here. Don't get mad, it's not myfault."It was 10 to four, and Bobby usually spent from 3:30 to 7 with aneighbour three doors down the street who did babysitting at a bargainrate for the Cartwrights. "Don't worry, kiddo," she said, reaching outto tousle his hair.He flinched as her hand moved towards him. "Don't hit me," he saidfearfully."I'm not going to hit you ... anymore," she said, adding the last wordwhen she realized that she did hit the smaller boy pretty often when herMom was.