We live with my father-in-law, a very good man named Ricardo, around 55 years old or so, widowed for quite some time, but our cohabitation is really very good. And now with the arrival of his grandson Manu, he's gone crazy, it seems like he's rejuvenated. While my husband goes to work, he keeps me company, has a good retirement that makes him stay at home most of the day, usually going out at night with his friends or some other woman. Actually, since my maternity leave, our relationship with my father-in-law has been getting better. When I was breastfeeding my son, my father-in-law would sometimes watch as I fed his grandson, which made me a bit tense, but I didn't say anything to avoid affecting him. One day he asks: Does it bother you that I look when you're feeding my grandchild? Not at all, Ricardo, besides we chat and it's more bearable. But even though I was getting used to having him around while I did it, I never let him see my breasts, which were a bit voluminous. Our life was going on in a rather routine way, but I admit I was happy with that cohabitation, plus our conversations were increasing day by day. The days went by and I gradually got used to having Ricardo right in front of me while I breastfed his grandson, who would often hand him over for him to do his business after feeding. Of course, at no point did I think it could be something between us. One afternoon, after breastfeeding my son, I handed him over to my father-in-law as usual, but didn't pay attention that my blouse was quite unbuttoned, so one of my breasts ended up in the air during the baby transfer. A bit embarrassed, I only managed to cover myself while saying Sorry and he replied with a smile: On the contrary, it was something very beautiful you've offered my eyes. Well then, thank you for the gallantry. Really His response made me happy, sometimes those answers would make me want him more day by day. I never get tired of saying he's a very good person, there were no bad intentions in his words or double meanings. A nice friendship was growing over the last month. Sometimes I thought that less than two months from my maternity leave would end, although my father-in-law told me to quit working, that he could help us financially.
Although it was a good proposal, I didn't think it was right, since living in his house was a great help. Every now and then he'd bring some gift for both me and his grandson, which wasn't of great value but showed affection.
I don't know why I felt indebted to him, so I considered not hiding too much from my breasts, leaving my shirt open and letting him look or at least not covering myself quickly and trying to show that it's something natural. One day he says: You have beautiful breasts, Trini No, they're a bit deformed due to breastfeeding, and besides I'm a bit chubby which was true since I still had about 10 extra pounds.
Well, I love them, plus the slightly plump woman is more appetizing I felt a strange sensation, neither my husband had mentioned my breasts nor my body in this last time, but coming from my father-in-law it was like a beautiful gratification. Thank you, Ricardo was all I managed to comment laughing at his occurrence. I think that was enough for him to become a daily spectator, and hearing his anecdotes and finding something to tell me. He had become a very special moment, apart from the chores, he helped me with food.
As the days went by, I got used to his presence while breastfeeding my baby, sometimes lifting my shirt staying for brief seconds with one breast exposed or opening my shirt showing part of them, smiling warmly at the presence of my bare breasts. Also I would do it, where it seemed like mischief, in which we both shared. Sometimes I'd say that an aureola would appear, due to being some hours without nursing my son. In the end, I acted freely without taking any notice each time I fed Manu.
One morning while feeding my son, after giving him a drink and putting him in his stroller, I started moving my neck because it felt slightly tense. My father-in-law says:
What's wrong?
I don't know, something hurts my neck?
Do you want some massages?
Seriously, does he say so?
Yes, if you want, here I am
Well, go ahead
Ricardo got behind me, I hadn't taken off my blouse and my bra was still up, so I opted to unbutton it and kept my shirt slightly open.
He brought talcum powder and with his big hands began massaging my shoulders, producing some pain but also relaxing my muscles. Although I had a bit of annoyance, in a few minutes they started attracting me, feeling like that affected sector was relaxing.
At one point he opened my blouse a little trying to discover more of my shoulders, which being unbuttoned ended up sliding and leaving my back exposed.
Oh, sorry Trini, it wasn't my intention
No, it's fine Ricardo, it's better, let my shoulders be uncovered
I continued with his frictions for quite some time, when I would contract his fingers on my skin, it would move my breasts, perceiving that one of my nipples started dripping, which gave me a bit of shyness although it was something natural that happened to me, mainly when several hours pass without nursing Manu.
Although he behaved like a gentleman, there was a moment I wished he wouldn't be, I felt the need for him to squeeze my tits. I suppose he would have had the same thought, although I understand his position perfectly.
When I finished, I got up and gave him a kiss in gratitude for his labor.
I admit I thought quite a bit about that moment and even had some thrilling fantasies. Two or three days later, I woke up with my breasts somewhat hard and swollen, very sensitive to the touch, with some discomfort near the armpits, something that didn't happen frequently.
What's wrong? Ricardo asked as soon as he saw me. With a bit of reserve, I said: It's been quite a while since I've let him take it from his grandson.
Can you show them to me? he says.
Yes, of course, I replied without thinking too much, although I had already seen them. I didn't feel any kind of inhibition for exposing them, quite the opposite, so I unbuttoned my shirt and lifted my bra. I just looked at them, not daring to touch them.
I'll touch them to see where it hurts he says.
If it's okay, do you want me to take off my shirt?
As you like, he answers.
Without thinking, as if expecting that response, I opened my shirt and unbuttoned my bra, leaving my breasts at my grandfather-in-law's mercy for the second time. Then he started touching them gently, pressing in certain places, and at that moment my excitement began to become noticeable, although I was trying not to show it too much.
I think they're very full, you should let Manu take it from you he says.
He's sleeping I reply, as if dismissing that possible solution.
I ended up taking off my shirt, sitting in the chair waiting for his intervention. The pain was passing, but my excitement was getting worse. I leaned my head on my grandfather-in-law's stomach, enjoying that energetic and continuous massage. This continued until I started caressing my breasts, rubbing my nipples which seemed to get harder, my breathing became a bit labored, as those luxurious caresses provoked a slow and continuous excitement in me. Although I didn't prevent this intrusion, I thought it wasn't right, but neither did I oppose his frictions. His hands took possession of my breasts, squeezing my nipples gently, making me groan every time he did, moving my head, resting it on my grandfather-in-law's stomach. grandfather, squeezing more tightly the extremes of my breasts. The set of my breasts began to receive a more aggressive treatment, feeling that my vagina was starting to secrete something that almost never happened to me. His hands took possession of my breasts, pressing them passionately until I felt they were evacuating my maternal cum. It was a strange sensation, between relief at evacuating cum, pain from his way of squeezing them and excitement, while his mouth kissed my neck, squeezing my nipples more insistently, projecting continuous jets of cum. I brought my hand to my groin, touching myself through the pants, trying not to notice my state. Neither my husband had transported me to a similar state, his continued assaults kept going and despite trying to stop him at one point, he led me to a state of total excitement, ending with an orgasm that, although I tried to contain it, could not help but let out a cry of pleasure. I supposed that if it continued, something greater would be triggered. Something embarrassed, with my cum on the pants, I say It's okay Ricardo, I think it's enough. I stopped caressing myself, kissed him on the forehead and he went to his room. I knew we were doing something wrong, although it gave me a little sadness to know that he could have stayed excited. I don't deny that I was attracted to his intervention, although really they were just caresses, but I knew this could trigger something greater. For days, I tried to avoid talking about what happened or breastfeeding in front of Ricardo, although I couldn't deny it was tempting, and neither did he show any new intentions. Until one day when we were conversing, I confessed that I had enjoyed what he had done to me. When you want, we'll do it again he said laughing. Those words kept spinning around in my head, but if I didn't say anything, the next day I breastfed the baby with my bare back. Ricardo approached at that moment, unexpectedly, and reclined my son on the little carriage and I poured my head back, closing my eyes immediately. His hands took possession of my breasts, squeezing my nipples tightly while pressing my breasts until the cum came out, which I felt quickly bathing my abdomen.
So quickly, my hormones were altering, leading my hand to my groin.
When Ricardo says Lower your zipper I felt a little embarrassed to hear his words, but I was very excited, so with some timidity and respecting his order, I lowered the closure and a bit of my jeans, putting my hand in to masturbate while my stepfather massaged my breasts with total mastery.
Before I came, his mouth sucked on my rigid nipples, feeling like my cum passed into his thirsty mouth.
I got up from the chair and lowered my pants further, feeling his fingers rubbing against my sex, not opposing it, it was all a madness, but I couldn't stop that frenzy that invaded me.
With my jeans around my ankles, he made me lean my chest on the table while lowering my underwear, leaving my pubic area exposed. His pelvis adhered to my ass, performing some light movements; I thought he would try to penetrate me, although I'm not sure if I was fully ready.
But luckily it didn't happen; he just put his hand between my legs, which made me relax, opening up more, feeling his fingers playing with my clitoris, already somewhat moistened by that crazy pursuit.
Two of his fingers penetrated without too much ceremony, causing me to cry out in pain until his fingers formed a rapid and continuous movement in my vagina. My body began to adapt to this invasion, leading me to a state of total ecstasy between gasps and interrupted breathing.
My hands gripped the edges of the table until that agile and perspicacious movement took me to a strong orgasm.
I felt ridiculous with my pants down and my torso bare, but I turned around and gave my stepfather a kiss on the lips as if in gratitude or I don't know if it was fever, but I couldn't deny that it made me enjoy myself immensely.
Despite being a bit remorseful about what happened that day, I couldn't stop thinking about that event, Ricardo didn't comment on the incident, and partly I felt somewhat guilty for not calming down my father-in-law. Although I think the enjoyment of touching myself and taking me to a very pleasant orgasm. I thought about my husband, but nothing significant had happened yet, but if these crazy encounters continued, something bigger would eventually unfold.
One day I had finished bathing, I wasn't even dressed yet, when my son's crying made me rush to see him, I only managed to wrap myself in the towel. Ricardo had left, so I sat down on the chair, untied the top part to free my breasts and give the baby a drink. While doing that, I thought about the crazy suckings my dear father-in-law had given me, and remembering those moments started to excite me, when I heard the door cancel opening, although I was startled, but conscious or not, I remained without trying to cover myself, waiting for his presence, seated in the kitchen.
Then I called out
“Ricardo, is that you?”
“Yes, do you need something? I'll answer”
“No, I just wanted to know.” I replied, waiting for his presence, which didn't occur.
Something annoyed me, so I lifted the baby to change him, wrapped myself in the towel again, went into his room and greeted him, then headed to my own. While I was cleaning him up, his voice startled me, asking if I needed something.
“No, everything's fine, Ricardo” I replied, while continuing with my task of changing my son.
When I put him down in his crib, I made a sudden movement and the towel came undone, leaving me completely naked in front of my father-in-law. We looked at each other for a few seconds without trying to lift what covered me. Slowly Ricardo approached and we started kissing, his hand entered my vagina, starting my moans, he turned me over on the bed, not removing his fingers from my sex.
From that moment on I let myself be taken. to carry on that wild ride, I squeezed my tits until they started to emit cum again, which was dripping all over my bare body. I'm not sure if I was ready for sex with him, but I wasn't stopping him from trying. Lying face down on the bed, completely naked, I relaxed and accepted whatever he wanted to do to me. He opened my legs, leaving my intimacy exposed before his eyes, and I felt a bit self-conscious under his gaze, but continued with my willingness. I hesitantly opened my legs further, feeling his fingers penetrate my vagina freely. That wild ride was overwhelming, from such a warm man, he was turning into an ardent lover, while my opening didn't stop secreting my vaginal fluids. We weren't kissing desperately, as my body reflected my total excitement, my tits still being squeezed continued to emit cum and my vagina wouldn't stop getting wet. Those liquids that my body was secreting reflected the state I was in. I felt a bit embarrassed emitting those liquids in front of Ricardo, although he seemed to enjoy putting me in that libidinous state. Until he opened my legs wide enough for him to put his face between them, sucking my sex mercilessly while his finger went into my rectum. That assault on the most intimate parts of me transported me to an experience I was totally unfamiliar with. My body convulsed dementedly as I felt the walls of my canal being disturbed by his thick finger, rubbing his tongue on my erect clitoris until I exploded in a progressive convulsion, arching under that sexual assault and ending up exhausted at the end of my orgasm. My body was dripping with sweat as I tried to recover, and I realized Ricardo must have been very stimulated, although it was something I tried to avoid with my husband, I supposed it would be appropriate for that moment. I knelt in front of my stepfather, opened his pants, put my hand in and pulled out his cock, being surprised by his size and rigidity, although I wasn't an expert in that, I would try to please him, so with some aversion I started a series of licks, finding her quickly something attractive. I kissed his glans, licked it, while my hands masturbated him, couldn't contain myself, not to swallow him, feeling that carnal device in my mouth was something seductive.
My mouth sucked him with total fervor, introducing him until he produced hiccups, kissing his testicles and sucking them fervently. His erection didn't decrease and neither did my desperation, my sucks were becoming more intense and prolonged, until I achieved my goal, making him come with a strong jet in my mouth and the rest on my chest. For the first time I could feel the taste of semen, and despite my rejection towards him, it ended up captivating me.
Despite having part of his sperm in my mouth, I kissed him, hugged him tightly, and we kissed. I had done things with my father-in-law that his son hadn't managed to do.
I went to bathe again to get rid of the amount of liquids that had moistened my body. While doing so, Ricardo watched me, satisfied with what had happened, my lips sent kisses to him.
I knew this was a totally atypical and very risky situation, so we talked it over with my father-in-law, committing ourselves that that would be the final point.
That night when I arrived home I felt bad in front of my husband, due to what had occurred, thinking he would try to pay for my guilt by doing similar things.
Although it was a good proposal, I didn't think it was right, since living in his house was a great help. Every now and then he'd bring some gift for both me and his grandson, which wasn't of great value but showed affection.
I don't know why I felt indebted to him, so I considered not hiding too much from my breasts, leaving my shirt open and letting him look or at least not covering myself quickly and trying to show that it's something natural. One day he says: You have beautiful breasts, Trini No, they're a bit deformed due to breastfeeding, and besides I'm a bit chubby which was true since I still had about 10 extra pounds.
Well, I love them, plus the slightly plump woman is more appetizing I felt a strange sensation, neither my husband had mentioned my breasts nor my body in this last time, but coming from my father-in-law it was like a beautiful gratification. Thank you, Ricardo was all I managed to comment laughing at his occurrence. I think that was enough for him to become a daily spectator, and hearing his anecdotes and finding something to tell me. He had become a very special moment, apart from the chores, he helped me with food.
As the days went by, I got used to his presence while breastfeeding my baby, sometimes lifting my shirt staying for brief seconds with one breast exposed or opening my shirt showing part of them, smiling warmly at the presence of my bare breasts. Also I would do it, where it seemed like mischief, in which we both shared. Sometimes I'd say that an aureola would appear, due to being some hours without nursing my son. In the end, I acted freely without taking any notice each time I fed Manu.
One morning while feeding my son, after giving him a drink and putting him in his stroller, I started moving my neck because it felt slightly tense. My father-in-law says:
What's wrong?
I don't know, something hurts my neck?
Do you want some massages?
Seriously, does he say so?
Yes, if you want, here I am
Well, go ahead
Ricardo got behind me, I hadn't taken off my blouse and my bra was still up, so I opted to unbutton it and kept my shirt slightly open.
He brought talcum powder and with his big hands began massaging my shoulders, producing some pain but also relaxing my muscles. Although I had a bit of annoyance, in a few minutes they started attracting me, feeling like that affected sector was relaxing.
At one point he opened my blouse a little trying to discover more of my shoulders, which being unbuttoned ended up sliding and leaving my back exposed.
Oh, sorry Trini, it wasn't my intention
No, it's fine Ricardo, it's better, let my shoulders be uncovered
I continued with his frictions for quite some time, when I would contract his fingers on my skin, it would move my breasts, perceiving that one of my nipples started dripping, which gave me a bit of shyness although it was something natural that happened to me, mainly when several hours pass without nursing Manu.
Although he behaved like a gentleman, there was a moment I wished he wouldn't be, I felt the need for him to squeeze my tits. I suppose he would have had the same thought, although I understand his position perfectly.
When I finished, I got up and gave him a kiss in gratitude for his labor.
I admit I thought quite a bit about that moment and even had some thrilling fantasies. Two or three days later, I woke up with my breasts somewhat hard and swollen, very sensitive to the touch, with some discomfort near the armpits, something that didn't happen frequently.
What's wrong? Ricardo asked as soon as he saw me. With a bit of reserve, I said: It's been quite a while since I've let him take it from his grandson.
Can you show them to me? he says.
Yes, of course, I replied without thinking too much, although I had already seen them. I didn't feel any kind of inhibition for exposing them, quite the opposite, so I unbuttoned my shirt and lifted my bra. I just looked at them, not daring to touch them.
I'll touch them to see where it hurts he says.
If it's okay, do you want me to take off my shirt?
As you like, he answers.
Without thinking, as if expecting that response, I opened my shirt and unbuttoned my bra, leaving my breasts at my grandfather-in-law's mercy for the second time. Then he started touching them gently, pressing in certain places, and at that moment my excitement began to become noticeable, although I was trying not to show it too much.
I think they're very full, you should let Manu take it from you he says.
He's sleeping I reply, as if dismissing that possible solution.
I ended up taking off my shirt, sitting in the chair waiting for his intervention. The pain was passing, but my excitement was getting worse. I leaned my head on my grandfather-in-law's stomach, enjoying that energetic and continuous massage. This continued until I started caressing my breasts, rubbing my nipples which seemed to get harder, my breathing became a bit labored, as those luxurious caresses provoked a slow and continuous excitement in me. Although I didn't prevent this intrusion, I thought it wasn't right, but neither did I oppose his frictions. His hands took possession of my breasts, squeezing my nipples gently, making me groan every time he did, moving my head, resting it on my grandfather-in-law's stomach. grandfather, squeezing more tightly the extremes of my breasts. The set of my breasts began to receive a more aggressive treatment, feeling that my vagina was starting to secrete something that almost never happened to me. His hands took possession of my breasts, pressing them passionately until I felt they were evacuating my maternal cum. It was a strange sensation, between relief at evacuating cum, pain from his way of squeezing them and excitement, while his mouth kissed my neck, squeezing my nipples more insistently, projecting continuous jets of cum. I brought my hand to my groin, touching myself through the pants, trying not to notice my state. Neither my husband had transported me to a similar state, his continued assaults kept going and despite trying to stop him at one point, he led me to a state of total excitement, ending with an orgasm that, although I tried to contain it, could not help but let out a cry of pleasure. I supposed that if it continued, something greater would be triggered. Something embarrassed, with my cum on the pants, I say It's okay Ricardo, I think it's enough. I stopped caressing myself, kissed him on the forehead and he went to his room. I knew we were doing something wrong, although it gave me a little sadness to know that he could have stayed excited. I don't deny that I was attracted to his intervention, although really they were just caresses, but I knew this could trigger something greater. For days, I tried to avoid talking about what happened or breastfeeding in front of Ricardo, although I couldn't deny it was tempting, and neither did he show any new intentions. Until one day when we were conversing, I confessed that I had enjoyed what he had done to me. When you want, we'll do it again he said laughing. Those words kept spinning around in my head, but if I didn't say anything, the next day I breastfed the baby with my bare back. Ricardo approached at that moment, unexpectedly, and reclined my son on the little carriage and I poured my head back, closing my eyes immediately. His hands took possession of my breasts, squeezing my nipples tightly while pressing my breasts until the cum came out, which I felt quickly bathing my abdomen.
So quickly, my hormones were altering, leading my hand to my groin.
When Ricardo says Lower your zipper I felt a little embarrassed to hear his words, but I was very excited, so with some timidity and respecting his order, I lowered the closure and a bit of my jeans, putting my hand in to masturbate while my stepfather massaged my breasts with total mastery.
Before I came, his mouth sucked on my rigid nipples, feeling like my cum passed into his thirsty mouth.
I got up from the chair and lowered my pants further, feeling his fingers rubbing against my sex, not opposing it, it was all a madness, but I couldn't stop that frenzy that invaded me.
With my jeans around my ankles, he made me lean my chest on the table while lowering my underwear, leaving my pubic area exposed. His pelvis adhered to my ass, performing some light movements; I thought he would try to penetrate me, although I'm not sure if I was fully ready.
But luckily it didn't happen; he just put his hand between my legs, which made me relax, opening up more, feeling his fingers playing with my clitoris, already somewhat moistened by that crazy pursuit.
Two of his fingers penetrated without too much ceremony, causing me to cry out in pain until his fingers formed a rapid and continuous movement in my vagina. My body began to adapt to this invasion, leading me to a state of total ecstasy between gasps and interrupted breathing.
My hands gripped the edges of the table until that agile and perspicacious movement took me to a strong orgasm.
I felt ridiculous with my pants down and my torso bare, but I turned around and gave my stepfather a kiss on the lips as if in gratitude or I don't know if it was fever, but I couldn't deny that it made me enjoy myself immensely.
Despite being a bit remorseful about what happened that day, I couldn't stop thinking about that event, Ricardo didn't comment on the incident, and partly I felt somewhat guilty for not calming down my father-in-law. Although I think the enjoyment of touching myself and taking me to a very pleasant orgasm. I thought about my husband, but nothing significant had happened yet, but if these crazy encounters continued, something bigger would eventually unfold.
One day I had finished bathing, I wasn't even dressed yet, when my son's crying made me rush to see him, I only managed to wrap myself in the towel. Ricardo had left, so I sat down on the chair, untied the top part to free my breasts and give the baby a drink. While doing that, I thought about the crazy suckings my dear father-in-law had given me, and remembering those moments started to excite me, when I heard the door cancel opening, although I was startled, but conscious or not, I remained without trying to cover myself, waiting for his presence, seated in the kitchen.
Then I called out
“Ricardo, is that you?”
“Yes, do you need something? I'll answer”
“No, I just wanted to know.” I replied, waiting for his presence, which didn't occur.
Something annoyed me, so I lifted the baby to change him, wrapped myself in the towel again, went into his room and greeted him, then headed to my own. While I was cleaning him up, his voice startled me, asking if I needed something.
“No, everything's fine, Ricardo” I replied, while continuing with my task of changing my son.
When I put him down in his crib, I made a sudden movement and the towel came undone, leaving me completely naked in front of my father-in-law. We looked at each other for a few seconds without trying to lift what covered me. Slowly Ricardo approached and we started kissing, his hand entered my vagina, starting my moans, he turned me over on the bed, not removing his fingers from my sex.
From that moment on I let myself be taken. to carry on that wild ride, I squeezed my tits until they started to emit cum again, which was dripping all over my bare body. I'm not sure if I was ready for sex with him, but I wasn't stopping him from trying. Lying face down on the bed, completely naked, I relaxed and accepted whatever he wanted to do to me. He opened my legs, leaving my intimacy exposed before his eyes, and I felt a bit self-conscious under his gaze, but continued with my willingness. I hesitantly opened my legs further, feeling his fingers penetrate my vagina freely. That wild ride was overwhelming, from such a warm man, he was turning into an ardent lover, while my opening didn't stop secreting my vaginal fluids. We weren't kissing desperately, as my body reflected my total excitement, my tits still being squeezed continued to emit cum and my vagina wouldn't stop getting wet. Those liquids that my body was secreting reflected the state I was in. I felt a bit embarrassed emitting those liquids in front of Ricardo, although he seemed to enjoy putting me in that libidinous state. Until he opened my legs wide enough for him to put his face between them, sucking my sex mercilessly while his finger went into my rectum. That assault on the most intimate parts of me transported me to an experience I was totally unfamiliar with. My body convulsed dementedly as I felt the walls of my canal being disturbed by his thick finger, rubbing his tongue on my erect clitoris until I exploded in a progressive convulsion, arching under that sexual assault and ending up exhausted at the end of my orgasm. My body was dripping with sweat as I tried to recover, and I realized Ricardo must have been very stimulated, although it was something I tried to avoid with my husband, I supposed it would be appropriate for that moment. I knelt in front of my stepfather, opened his pants, put my hand in and pulled out his cock, being surprised by his size and rigidity, although I wasn't an expert in that, I would try to please him, so with some aversion I started a series of licks, finding her quickly something attractive. I kissed his glans, licked it, while my hands masturbated him, couldn't contain myself, not to swallow him, feeling that carnal device in my mouth was something seductive.
My mouth sucked him with total fervor, introducing him until he produced hiccups, kissing his testicles and sucking them fervently. His erection didn't decrease and neither did my desperation, my sucks were becoming more intense and prolonged, until I achieved my goal, making him come with a strong jet in my mouth and the rest on my chest. For the first time I could feel the taste of semen, and despite my rejection towards him, it ended up captivating me.
Despite having part of his sperm in my mouth, I kissed him, hugged him tightly, and we kissed. I had done things with my father-in-law that his son hadn't managed to do.
I went to bathe again to get rid of the amount of liquids that had moistened my body. While doing so, Ricardo watched me, satisfied with what had happened, my lips sent kisses to him.
I knew this was a totally atypical and very risky situation, so we talked it over with my father-in-law, committing ourselves that that would be the final point.
That night when I arrived home I felt bad in front of my husband, due to what had occurred, thinking he would try to pay for my guilt by doing similar things.
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