"That's what you think!" she replied testily. "For all you know about women!"

"Oh… I know a thing or two," Brint replied. He hated it when she implied that there might be something he didn't understand about women… something secret, impenetrable. It made him feel insecure, and when he was insecure he was at his nastiest.

He reached out for her and let his two hands plunder the softly yielding flesh of her breasts, sharply pulling down the straps of her satin gown so that she was naked to his fervent touching, his lascivious gaze. In spite of herself, Fran could feel the hot sparks of lust tracing from his fingers on the heated silk surfaces of her breasts to every part of her trembling body. She could feel her gown slipping all the way down and off, and temporarily willing to give up the fight she stepped out of it and stood completely naked, a pale-skinned Goddess before him. She wanted to wield this power over him, to feel him ache with desire for her, to know that she was still beautiful… that other men would think so too, even though she might not want to be unfaithful to her husband.

Take me, she thought, take me and none of this will matter… Love me!

"Come…" Gruffly, Brint led her to the bed and hurriedly untied his pajama string. His pants fell to the ground, revealing the heavy-veined hardness of his cock jutting straight out, quivering with anticipation.

Fran lay down on the bed seductively, waiting to feel Brint's hard throbbing masculine cock… soon it would insinuate itself into her warm, waiting vaginal slit!

The little blonde girl padded barefoot down the hall. She'd often listened at the door of her parents' bedroom while they quarreled, but tonight she sensed with a feeling of impending excitement that something different was going to happen. With her unusually analytical brain, ten year old Jeanie had already decided as she sat with her ear to the door that her mother and father were in pretty bad shape… psychologically at least. "Boy, do they need help!" she'd whispered to herself under her breath, and she'd put her ear back at the door to listen some more.