I lived in Las Vegas. I guess I still do, but I'm going to school in Albuquerque, New Mexico, so I shuttle back and forth." With Phoenix sort of in th...e middle." My statement mirrored his thought."Uh-huh." What did your father do?" He was a professional gambler, so one day we'd be well-off, the next poor. When he died, he was riding the longest winning streak of his life, so yes, I have a trust fund, but my share of the pie didn't make me what I call rich. It only means I don't need to take any. " She shocked me even more when she walkedout of the bathroom. She was wearing my pajamas.I didn't waste a moment. I didn't want her to change hermind. I was out my clothes and into the nightie. I almostcame early as I slid the panties up my legs.Then my wife and I made love. In the past when we made loveI was always directing the actions. Tonight my wife tookover. The only thing I did which might be considered manlywas fuck her but I was the one my back. I shot the biggestload of the night. And kind of sexy, too.The front screen door slammed and Billie went to her window to peek out. Nora was striding out toward the woods with a couple of buckets swinging at her sides. She'd be going to pick berries, Billie knew, and it would be an hour before she got back.Yawning lazily, she skinned out of her shorts and crossed to the dresser to find a fresh pair of undies, but the reflection of her nakedness stopped her. The hair on her mound wasn't anywhere near as thick as the red curls of. Then Ellen rose to answer it. She turned to Claire. Mouthing that it was Peter.She spoke into the receiver. “It’s OK, Peter, she’s here.” She covered the mouthpiece. “He wants to talk to you.”“Tell him I don’t want to speak to him. I’ll talk to him when I get back.”Se relayed the message, then there was a silence as Ellen listened. “He says he wants to speak to you now.”Claire rose in a temper, grabbing the phone from Ellen and shouting into the mouthpiece. “Peter don’t you understand English?.