I have on a garter belt with black stockingswith the little line in the back and my fuck me pumps! I’m driving Roger insane with this perfume I ...ustapplied. The door bell! I better go now!Jerry’s holding and kissing me. Hubby makes us a drinkas we sit down on the sofa. Jerry has his arm aroundme. We soon find ourselves kissing as Jerry pushes meback along the sofa. It’s leather so I don’t have toworry about any stains.Roger reminds me of a honey bee tending to its nest. "Well, I do hit the club circuit once in a while, in between evenings trying to write the next great American novel," she said dryly."And how's that going for you?" Slowly. Ve-ery slowly."I tsked in mock disapproval. "How very disappointingly yuppish of you. I was expecting a more cultured lifestyle befitting a literary soul such as yourself. You know, poetry readings, plays, nights out at the symphony, gallery showings, and the like." Nope; completely non-stereotypical, that's me," she replied. These people have a lot to complain about and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion?. 15 in the morning bus driver stooped the bus on the highway and was sipping his tea As the bus stopped some of the passengers got down to urinate and we pretended like nothing was happening between us and were in deep sleep.again the bus started she was holding my hand and biting my ears .After some time she started to share her sexual realtion with her husband to me .She said she has been married to him last year and till till date she has not enjoyed like this before ..to this i smiled and.