The only reason we hadn’t started ‘fucking like crazed bunny rabbits’ when she was fifteen was because she’d insisted I not allow it to happen... and I’d kept my word. But, again, if I was honest, I was able to keep my word because I was getting laid regularly. And then there was Kimiko who I had been very attracted to, and who I had very much wanted to sleep with.And it wasn’t just the girls I’d been with, either. I wanted to be with Clarissa, and the only thing holding me back was my concern. "Nice to meet you." "So, Shawn, is the food here worth the wait?" Chris asked. "I'm down from Tacoma to visit my daughter." "Couldn't say," I replied. "I just stopped here because I never have before. I figured I would try their Reuben. That's usually how I judge a sandwich joint. What did you have in mind?" "Well...not eating...really..." she finally replied. I could see a little color rush into her cheeks. "Would you mind coming out to my car for a minute...I need you to look at something. While we are talking about asses, I should tell you about what happened while my wife was cleaning the BBQ grill. I mentioned to her that her ass was the same width as the grill. It was a big mistake. She didn't say anything to me at the time but you have to remember that women never forget any negative statements made by their husbands.My wife still brings up stuff I said twenty years or more ago. They say elephants have great memories. My wife has them beat by a mile when it comes to things. When I entered the kitchen, I saw my wife standing next to the stove and her sister near the table setting up plates. Both were wearing long sleeve silk men’s shirts in a size that just barely covered their ass. My wife turned and told me that dinner would be ready shortly and that my sister in law had did most of the cooking. I turned towards the bedroom, kissed my wife and was heading out of the kitchen when my wife again instructed me to not ignore her sister. I grabbed, my sister in.