"You order from her often? All my friends at the college love the wings here." "It’s my first time in here. My nephew was just hired on as a chef. ...I came by to say hello and try his dipping sauces and the wings. He is very creative in the kitchen. I might pop back Sunday morning at nine, if he gets the breakfast menu completed by then." "I’ll be sure to try more of the items on the menu. We usually only drink and have wings here on Friday nights," she smiled. The waitress brought my wings. And you got the help you needed.”I chuckled, “Doctor Mercer still insists that I didn’t need her help, that she needed mine with Bethany.”“Are you going to see Doctor Mercer on Saturday?”“Yes, I’m driving down Friday night so I can have an early morning appointment with her. Mostly it’ll be about Bethany, I’m sure.”Jessica laughed again, “Sometimes you are so clueless, it’s sweet.”“What are you talking about?”“She IS helping you. She’s just using different tactics. What do you talk to her. Our love life has taken a toll on both of us. With the kids now gone and after Jan had to have a hysterectomy, we have become fuck bunnies, not worrying about pregnancy. We can fully enjoy being able to fuck in any room, anytime and make any amount of noise.We both left the house this morning promising each other that this weekend was going to be ours. Jan only had to work an hour or two, and then she would be back home. We were looking forward to just fucking all weekend to make up for the. To her it looked like I was just pointing her out. My wife came back into the house and had a few jokes about our weird handshake.That incident was a few months ago and may I say since then I been more careful. I must say that the imagine of that ass bent over is still burnt in my mind. Every time Angela hugs me or talks to me I can't seem to shake the thought of her face down and ass up. Even right now the imagine is popping into my head as I walk around the house trying to find the bag of.