Series: Difficult Times Bring Happiness
Difficult Times Bring Happiness - Part 2
I was cleaning the bedroom when Brad called me and went with him to the bathroom and held his cock while he peed. Then I went to the kitchen and was preparing breakfast when Brad came and started kissing me on my neck and shoulders and then he cupped my boobs under my top. He was caressing my breasts when Irene walked in, and I tried to stop him, but instead of stopping, he took off my top and started playing with my nipples in front of her."Mom has got a lovely back," she said, watching us."Your mom has got a lovely back, a lovely body, and she's hot.""Dad, why do you take Mom with you to pee?""Because she helps me.""Can't you pee yourself?""I like it when she helps me. Do you want to help me?" he asked her, turning his head toward her, with his hands still on my boobs."Yes.""OK, from now on, you'll help me."Then he removed his hands from my breasts, gave a tight slap on my ass, and went into his room to change. Irene had some work, so she went out, and Brad went out to meet some
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I was leading a happy middle-class life. I had a red sandstone house in a lovely part of the city, a husband, two children, and was working as a coach at a local girls' swimming pool. We used to regularly entertain guests at our house, which I had painstakingly decorated, and I used to spend every morning and evening tending to our garden, which had all sorts of flowers and vegetables. We used to go out of town for short holidays. So, all in all, we were living a pretty good life. But then suddenly, and painfully, life took a wrong turn.My husband, who was working at a shoe factory, had a friend who struggled to keep a job and was always short of money. This friend, whom I had never liked, somehow convinced my husband to start his own shoe business. When I heard my husband's plans, I was furious and told him not to leave his job, not to invest all our money in business, and not to listen to that good-for-nothing friend. But my husband's mind was made up; he refused to see sense and,
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