‘You’re all fired,’ I said, exasperated. The others made their way out of the door in mock fear. Amelia stayed behind to help me put on my jacke.... For some reason, like a little boy being dressed up by his mom, I let her. ‘That’s like the fifth time you’ve fired me,’ she said as she did up my zipper. ‘Yeah, well, you keep coming back,’ I replied, ‘You never listen to me.’ She pursed her lips as she adjusted my collar, ‘I guess I like it here too much.’ Amelia looked up at me and smiled, a. Her tummy was pretty tight and she had a small tattoo of a bird on her hip. I would assume it was a swallow. Her pussy was waxed clean and her lips were not too loose but you could tell they used to be real tight. Her ass was decent as well. The pics were nice so I gave my dick a good tug and went to bed. A few weeks went by and I had nearly forgotten about that hot wife until one day at work. We were having our annual team building exercise at the local bar. All the sale girls had some skimpy. Finally one girl noticed my presence.“Who is this new stud? You didn’t bring him before? Has he fucked enough cunts and asses to join our group?” the girl with jutting nipples through a flimsy bra asked. They were all from well to do families and not sluts from red light areas.“Yes. He is my brother. Keep him engaged. I will change up and come” she dropped the bombshell and went inside another room.There was a stunned, awkward silence. They did not know how to react. All couples who were in. .. “What’s a dipshit?”“A silly fool,” George told her, “someone who isn’t getting the obvious that is right in front of them.”“So why am I a ‘dipshit’?” she asked, “Is that right, ‘dipshit’?”“Yes,” George said, “That’s the correct word, but I am still waiting for Jill to explain why she applied it in this instance.”“You are dipshits” said Jill, “for not figuring out what clearly happened.”“Oh yeah, Miss Smartypants?” George said, “Then what exactly happened, if you know so much!?” It was.