In fact more as one of his two wives.Just then the doorbell chimed, Allan put on his robe, and went to answer the front doorbell. The messenger handed... him an envelope addressed in his mother's handwriting. It was addressed to Rachel. He did not open it, if Rachel wanted him to know what was in it she would tell him. He went into the kitchen to make coffee knowing his women would be down shortly to see what the messenger had brought.The women took their time, they showered and put on their. It was a cold day and I was still wrapped up well in knee length black leather boots, black leggings which clung to my pert little arse, and short waist length puffer jacket. As I undid my jacket I moved my scarf to the side so that he got the first glimpse of my large breasts covered by a lightweight white V-neck t-shirt. Winter slutty-chic as Hubby likes to call the look.Joe’s eyes were all over my body and casually I stepped forward and leaned over resting my tits on his desk. ‘Do you want. Now she was standing with her arms spread apart on her shoulders level, unable to lower or bring them any closer. She heard a metal rattle and realized she was being held by two chains. She was so afraid she felt she may faint at any moment.She didn’t. He didn’t do anything either. Probably, he was looking at her, admiring the body of his prey. Then he suddenly stepped up, grabbed the rim of Louisa’s hood and pulled it off. Blinking and squinting, she was now finally able to look around.It was. " Dad... I think I lost Patty. She was with another guy. She was with a girl. I don't know what I did wrong." There was another long silence."Listen to your mother son. She will help you. Give it time. Patty will always be in your life. Don't refuse her friendship. Be honest with her. You've been telling her what she wants to hear. She deserves to know how you really feel." I... I don't want to hurt her." Worrying about hurting her and being afraid to tell her how you feel, isn't the same thing.