He came home. “I want to come home to a food on the table,” he bitched I laughed. He bitched some more… it quickly escalated into a heated arg...ment in which dishes were broke and yelling and screaming were inevitable. Our anger was fueled my sexual frustration and the petty things we were bitching about. As he was yelling at me about toothpaste or something, I started to get fed up, no longer paying the little attention I was at first, I couldn’t help but notice the same fire and passion I. " She guzzled again, finishing the cup."Okay, We're gonna get us dolled up at my house. Besides, you've gotsome surprises coming. You're gonna be ready" What's that supposed to mean?" You'll see. C'mon, we're here." Heather practically jumped out of thecar.Heather bolted up to her room, and Bobbie followed. What happened overthe next two hours left Bobbie transformed. Her hair had been done invictory rolls, the back tied in with a blue bow. She was wearing a blueswing dress with leopard print. Then he handed me a little mini skirt that was pleated like a cheerleaders skirt, it was also purple and then a completely sheer pink blouse that was low cut and buttoned in the front. I couldn't believe this was happening again, but as he handed me the sexy clothes my cock started to twitch with excitement. "When you get dressed let me know, we're gonna get you fixed up nice today" he said with a laugh. "And when you get dressed you look in the closet here and see if you can find a. "Store bought?" says I."Not on your life. These babies are organic." I'm impressed," says I, wrapping them around my favorite appendage, shoving the rest in her mouth and down her throat. I pumped like a woodpecker trying to drill through the petrified forest while she hummed on the instroke and breathed on the outstroke.After about 45 minutes, I got that feeling in my balls. "I'm going to come," I said, loud enough for the next door neighbor to hear me. I shot eight or nine times, straight.