She recovered, and I got her a glass of water."Who is who?" she asked, trying to bluff it out."The man you've been allowing to smoke in our bedroom. W...ho is he?" I don't have a clue what you are talking about. What are you accusing me of?" It's quite simple, Barb: I'm accusing you of inviting a man into our bedroom and allowing him to smoke. I know it's true. I can smell it." You're mad. All that quiet, calm exterior, and you've finally flipped. You want to get that nose checked out. There is no. I was still stunned and all of a sudden my wife asked if they could fuck again. He was practically on top her then, and before I got a chance to answer, he said to me”I have a condom in my jeans so I will get it if you let us fuck again”I could easily tell that they both wanted to fuck again and after hearing my wife say how good it felt the first time when he was bare and came in her, I said to them,” why bother with the condom now as it’s a little late”. He mumbled something as she guided. As usual I went to that concert. However this time around I had more planned than that. My car was parked a few blocks away from the concert hall and it was full of things I would need for this evening. Rope, belts, a knife, an axe, and so much more. I had a very dark fantasy in mind for Stabitha. When the concert ended and Stabitha left the usual way I was already in the alley where the back enterance was. I had been drinking during the concert, but not drunk. I cracked the empty beer bottle. Once I felt he knew what he neededfor the test I suggested his mom take him for a quick drive and thenparted way's as I had to get to my appointment as well."Good luck my love," I told Brian and gave him a peck on the lips as hegot into the driver's seat of his mothers blue Ranchero."Thanks," he said smiling and putting on his seat belt. He looked justadorable adjusting the mirrors and seat for comfort. Dad had alwayssmiled at me each time I got behind the wheel and did the same. Brianthen.