"Do you pick out his clothes?" Mary talked around him like he wasn'tthere."Oh no. He has a great sense of style and he accessorizes perfectly. I'mnot ...hopper. Me, I'd be happy in sweats and sneaks. Of course, he is agreat homemaker too. He does all the cooking and cleaning, too." Helen wassmiling at him as she told all.Frankie watched as the two women went on about him. He stirred his martiniand took a large swallow. He was going to stay drunk, after all it wasHappy Hour or the dinner hour, or. I did constantly dream of threesomes with her though just wanting to see how much another guy would enjoy all the things I loved about her inpaticularly he hot horny pussy. I wanted to see what she would look like being shared by the two of us and knew she would have no problem pleasing us both.It was about fifteen years before on a night out partying with the help of cocain we invited a friend of ours, my high school classmate and her hair dresser to join us. It was a first for all of us but. At the end, something happened and I didn't know what. All I knew was she insisted we divorce and I had no choice except to agree.She kept the big house in the suburbs and I bought a swinging bachelor pad in the city, which seemed appropriate since I was forty-seven, reasonably good looking, in excellent condition and health, and made damn good money. The guy who sold me the house was about thirty and getting married. He needed to buy a house in the suburbs with his new bride. Ironic, isn't. Our biggest threat comes from the wealthy women, a group of stinking rich landowners, to them we are eye candy they do not recognise our authority and see our uniforms as trophies, they pay huge sums of money to anyone who isn’t a Scarlet Trooper to steal our used uniforms. The uniform must be physically removed from a Trooper, the wealthy women don’t care how this is done, more money is paid if the poor girl soldier has been forced to cum in her catsuit and a premium is paid if an officers.