This was unbelievable. Christine was holding my cock in her hand. ‘Stroke his cock, Christine. Make him hard. Faster.’ Fuck me. I couldn’t beli...eve, Christine, the woman I have lusted over for years was giving me a hand job. ‘Yes, Doctor.’ I could feel her stroking me. I could feel myself getting an erection. Christine my Dentist’s wife, the ex-model was giving me a hand job. I couldn’t believe it. I was in shock. I was so very excited watching this, again, as if it was happening to me now.. The questions lead us back to the same place; me and women. I've told her that women like me can tell when a woman was ready to fool around. The sixth sense of ‘I bet she’d be into it’. For the first time I’m getting these vibes from my friend. One who was so against the idea that at one time it would have been comical for me to have even suggested that I had fantasies about her. With the alcohol urging me on I finally blurted out, “I want to make you come with it”, her eyes widen and she was. One trunk for three. A few items of clothing each, our Mother’s silver in a wooden box, with some scant jewelry and a quilt she had knitted. The silver will most likely have to be sold now. My husband was the one who would have found work and lodging, the one who spoke the most English. Without him, we will have to sell all we have, and our shared dream of living better here may not come to fruition. But, we did not emigrate here for ourselves. We came here for my yet-unborn daughter. Eight. Paula was just finishing unpacking groceries into the pantry and refrigerator. Their luggage still sat in the middle of the floor. "We were about to send out a search party for you, Scott. We thought you'd changed your mind or maybe gotten lost," Eric joked. "Don't listen to him, we've only just gotten here ourselves," Paula said, rolling here eyes at her husband's mock dramatics. "Yes, only just, but we're already late for a dip in the hot tub." With that, Eric quickly tugged his shirt off.