Pubic hair was a mesh, a mesh of hair and my big bubble ass was white, an apple butt longing to get fucked soon. My lingerie and panty were so smal... that it couldn’t cover the pussy wholly, so hair could be seen around the crotch. “Hold on here, buddy. Hold the horses. It’s better in my bedroom, more comfortable there than in this sofa.” I began to strip him off both his pants and shirt, kissing his body warmly, stroking it. I tumbled down on bed, raising my legs slowly, he spread them. Christ, I didn’t want to beat up my food, I just wanted to eat it. Of course I ate out a lot, but most of the time, the only good things about those meals were the toys that came in the bags. Even restaurants with menu’s you could hold and seats that weren’t attached to a pole in the floor, were a poor substitute for sitting in the comfort of a real home, eating meat that took hours, not minutes, to make. Yeah, I was ready for a home cooked meal. I lifted my face and sniffed. Then I dropped. I didn’t have anything to tell my wife because from the conversation with the repair man the only part I remembered was that he could come to our home Saturday if that would be better for us. So, I told my wife that I schedule him to come to our home Friday evening around 7:00 pm to work on and hopefully fix out computer. After I got the computer repair scheduled to come to our home the main thing I had on my mind the rest of the evening was the fantasy I had shared with my wife. This. I had a 10-gauge double barrel shotgun, but I did not even bother her with that. Hell, I could hardly manage it if I was in a hurry, so I saw no point in bringing it up to Martha. She might have said okay to it just to humor me, but not have been able to handle it in an emergency. I hoped that she could go with a 12-gauge, but I would settle for a 16-gauge if we had to.We stopped in at the next gun shop we came to and bought a Henry rifle. I had her try out a couple of shotguns, and it turned.