I spent the rest of the day setting up a new bank account, cancelling credit cards, and doing all of the other usual self-defense stuff cuckolded husb...ands who were about to go through a divorce needed to do. I would give her the house, but no alimony. Hell, I didn't even have a job anymore anyway.Howard Gilchrist was married. I wondered if his wife suspected his philandering; maybe that's what he wanted to negotiate, my not telling her. I wasn't sure I wanted to get involved with his home. I feel so betrayed by my daughter that she would tell him about more than 10 affairs that she knew of while we lived in West Virginia. She even told him that she knew that I never stopped screwing around on him when we moved here to get away from what I had done in West Virginia. I actually tried to say that my daughter was angry at me because I had turned my back on her for sleeping with our family members in West Virginia. My husband quickly reminded me that he knew about my being a part of. Michael stretched himself, standing tall before the window. He was mostly unclothed but for a white fiber wrap around his waist that reached nearly to his knees. He dug his toes deeply into the lush carpet. He swung his outstretched arms over his head and nearly touched the fiber paneled ceiling. He lowered his arms, stretched them outward again, and swiveled himself in half circles from his hips. He loosened and worked his body. His muscles and joints felt stiff from confinement in the healing. Damn she looked cute. Sitting there wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of panties. I couldn't resist. I leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her thigh. I felt a shiver go through her body, and looked up to see her smiling down at me. I brought my face up to hers, but she stopped me."Uh uh," she said quietly. "No kissing." I nodded and went back to her legs. First I kissed the inside of her thigh, and then the outside, moving around to her hip. I pulled a corner of her panties down and kissed.