Both the girls and I handled it mainly by ignoring it, maybe not the best coping strategy, but it worked. Dakota said: “When mommy is drunk she goes... to bed and never wakes up until morning and then she’s OK again.”I don’t even remember what the fight was about, but it was a bad one. Lots of vicious things were said before she stomped out of the room and went upstairs to bed. The girls and I stayed up watching TV until they were tired.When Lindsey went up the stairs, she said: “Daddy, can you. If he had lasted a little longer I might even have reached a pleasant climax. But he didn't and I didn't.He came inside of me and then paused in place over me for a moment before finally climbing out of bed. A strange man has just fucked me! I have no idea who it could be and I'm surprised to discover that the fact that I don't know who just fucked me is in itself kind of exciting.I'm not so far gone that I'm not aware of how out of character the thoughts I'm having are for me. I should have. That’s when I really noticed our dripping wet ice cold bodies. The rain storm that caused this was still tapping on the window of your room, and the thunder rumbled the walls. You slid your hand down and explored by body. Every curve, every bend, every inch; your cold hand ran across my body and I shivered. You let your hand fall between my legs and I instantly felt the differences in temperature. Your hand, draw to the heat, slipped one finger out and touched my wetness. You slipped a second. This was one perk that he did appreciate for it could lead to a long decent fuck, or an absolute 'blow job', both were appreciated. However, this morning he was sitting in the coffee shop that he frequented, without any agenda circulating in his mind, he was just enjoying a cup of coffee.The woman was attractive, a little plump, but certainly not fat. She had a decent set on her, he loved a woman with tits and she was well endowed. He didn't take any further notice of her until she approached.