Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but if you make money off of it withou... my permission, you're breaking the law and pissing me off."It's out here," the buxom brunette told me, leading me through the richly appointed interior of the house with her generous buttocks threatening to split the fabric of her bikini."It just gets too hot in the summer."Unlike many of the trophy wives in Emerald Glen, Candy apparently didn't. We keep our dark thoughts hidden, even when it hurts us. This re-nup thing makes it even more risky to let them out. The more we gain from it, the more we stand to lose." "What do you mean?" "I like where this is taking us. Our sex life certainly isn't getting stale. But I'm afraid of where we could end up. I don't think tonight is a good time to discuss that, but let's try having a conversation about our future tomorrow night. I want to hear your long term plans for this sisterhood, including. The waiter was feeling uncomfortable, and he couldn't get away fast enough. When he came to bring our drinks, I told my wife to drop her purse, and pick it up, making sure the waiter would have a great look at her cleavage, if possible even give him a glimpse of her nipples. He had a hard time not dropping the drinks, and when he put her drink on the table, my wife was so hot, she even managed to rub her tit against his arm 'by accident'.She started to behave just as I wanted her to, so now it. Soon the two of them were dancing together as Andrea was doing her slow shimmy in front of me. As their hips were grinding together, the blonde’s hands made her way for my hips and my ass until a big, burly guy took her by the arm and hauled her away. In an instant, the hardon of the century was gone. The last thing I needed was to have some Grizzly Adams type think was I messing around with his girlfriend or his wife. ‘Let’s get out of here,’ I said to Andrea. On our way out the front door,.