At first she wondered, but quickly she realized that it was food, and probably coming from downstairs. She followed the scent back to the kitchen, and... sure enough, there was Vic standing in the kitchen over a large skillet looking almost comical in a white apron and with a spatula in his hand. Vic glanced over, and seeing her standing at the bottom of the stairs, spoke to her. ‘I was just fixing an early supper. Would you care to join me?’ She had to admit that whatever he was cooking smelled. I crept very softly to the top of the stairs.The voices could be heard clearly. It was my parents.But what I heard them saying had me wishing I could call the police."You're not going to weaken, are you? You've always given in to her looks in the end." Looks?" my dad inquired."You know which looks I'm referring too. Her 'pity me, I'm your sweet innocent little girl' looks." my mom answered him."Not this time. What she did to that poor girl showed me she's no innocent. I'm going to show her all. As he looked to his wife he saw the final nail being hammered into the coffin. There was a feeling of relief that ran through his veins, finally he had gotten out, gotten out of a relationship he no longer wanted. He kept the woman on top of his now soft cock and only stared at his wife's chocolate hued eyes. No words were spoken from either person in the room as Tara looked at the emerald colored ones of her husband. Her eyes seemed to take in not only the seen of her husband and the woman,. So watch your step mister." Oh I do love it when your fiery side comes out; I find your wicked looks and equally wicked tongue very arousing," If we were not due at my mother's for lunch, you might also find it proved to be very painful."Promises, Promises," I said with a laugh."Oh and by the way," she reminded me, "as someone administering a spanking said to me not so long ago you may find that I am also someone who keeps mine. So watch your step or you may find yourself on the receiving end.".