When I slipped through the door way and past him, my hair brushes against his skin. He inhales deeply, intoxicated by the sweet smell. We get into the... living room locking the main door where he tells me to have a seat. I sit down on the couch, and looked around. It is a beautiful and well maintained bungalow ready to live. Everything was there neat and clean. He sits down and hugged me. As always, I forget the world in his strong arms.I finally speak, telling him that I am so happy to finally. It was about 7 pm when she rang the doorbell. Again you could tell she had been crying. I asked what was wrong, but she wouldn't tell me. Without thinking I took her back to my little studio, but I had forgotten that The walls were covered with my wife's more intimate photos I had taken over the years. In one she had her legs spread and had pulled her pussy lips apart. In several others she had her sex toys buried inside her. She had a shit-eating grim in all her photos. As Jennifer walked in. He asked me to leave my bag at the counter, for security reasons. I was rather surprised, to tell you the truth. When I asked the man why he wanted me to leave my bag at the counter, he told me that it was store policy. I pointed to the hefty white woman with the oversized shopping bag and her son’s backpack. The security guard said they weren’t a risk, then asked if I were going to comply with his order and leave my bag at the counter. I absorbed all of this slowly. According to this security. They were in the three to four age categories. Jill introduced him to Theresa or Terrie and Timothy or Tim to him. They shook his hand and Pat could see some wariness in their faces in doing this.Jill had Pat sit in the TV room where he talked to the kids as Jill went to get him something to drink.Pat had some fun in doing this talking which reminded him of the good times in the past with his daughter. He sipped on his soda listening to Jill who said when Julie came home they would have dinner.