Bill was content to live in Karen’s fantasy world and did not push things with Taylor.A few days after Karen voiced her frustration she came to bed ...excited. “I think I am making progress with Bobby.”Bill’s curiosity instantly peeked, “What makes you think that?”“He asked for help with his homework like he always does when he wants to look down my blouse. I sat in the chair next to him leaning over giving him a good look. Honey, he touched himself.”“What did you do?” Bill’s hand went. ”Victoria sighed. “I know. I just hope things will fall right for our man,” she said. “And thank you, Nathan, for all of your help.”“Not a problem. The man must be a really good guy to have you supporting him like you do. You are a helluva woman, Vic, really,” he said. He could not have imagined just how in error his analysis of the look on her face was.“He’s been in there almost six years now. I feel so guilty, Nathan. If I hadn’t...” and she started to cry. He went to her.“Honey it’s all. It would be cruel, but at least I would have known. Known enough to try and put it behind me and move on with my life. But not knowing meant that I couldn't. My imagination would fill in the blanks, and there were an awful lot of blanks. I spent hours driving around the streets of our town, searching for a glimpse of her. I sat in my car, two hundred yards from her parents house for hours on end. The possibility that she was there or would call on them was the hope that kept me there. All to. She fucked me like a professional, actually I wouldn’t call it fucking, she was making love to me. It wasn’t fast or hardcore. We both groaned in passion, kissing and feeling each others bodies. “I……love you-” she stopped herself “I love your dick” she corrected. I knew what she meant. I grabbed the back of her head and forced her to look at me. “Say it” I groaned pulling her into a kiss, shoving my tongue inside her mouth. “I love your dick” she repeated. “No, say what you really mean” I.