Tony obviously had been bragging that he was fucking my wife to his cronies. “So, tell me why you’re calling.” He was almost laughing. “It’s... not about your wife is it?”“Well, not exactly. Mr. Monassario is this phone, huh secure?”There was a short pause. “Mr. Henderson why don’t you give me your number and I’ll call you back.” I gave it to him, and he called me back within ten minutes. “Now what’s this all about?”“Well sir, I have some bad news.”“What news Mr. Henderson.”“Well sir it’s about. On some occasions she started not wearing any underwear, just slightly parting her legs so he could wonder. His eyes betrayed him, a glance here and there. Positioning himself in a way he had the best access to the view she offered. Towards the the end of term, it was obvious there was an unspoken game. He looked shamelessly, more and more, and Mila increasingly would catch his eye, and smile so slightly and parted her legs a little more. For Mila, this was the most exciting thing she had ever. As with mine, the invitation would mostly be treated as a request for a gift.Family. You have to love them. Discussing family segued into an important area, for me at least. It would do no good to avoid the issue, or to beat around the bush, so I just asked how soon Sean wanted children. When he said that he wanted them as soon as possible, I went a little nuts.Without me realizing it, having children had become the most important thing in my life. I wanted to begin right then, but logic poked. Idly, I imagined her in the shower, the hot water cascading down over the curves of her nude body. I’d begun to be comfortable thinking of my daughter that way. In my mind, she wasn’t my daughter, she was just another extremely hot young woman. I was able to convince myself that as long as I thought that way, it was okay. I felt a stirring in my pants and tried to pay attention to the ballgame.A short time after, Kimmie came into the living room with a towel wrapped around her. Her long black.