I think it compliments me that other men find you very desirable. At the end of the day, you are my wife and go home with me.”“There you go again ...sing the husband and wife thing when it pleases you.”“I guess loving me can be complicated,” he smiled of her same remark earlier to him.“Touché! I think I’m feeling like Wendy is with her hormones, I’m growing constantly horny for cock and pussy.”“Oh no, not you too?” he falsely cried. “At least I don’t have to use condoms on you when we fuck.”“You. I stood around for an hour catching up with everybody and finished my first beer; being part of an Irish family meant lot's of drinking, it was frowned upon if you didn't have at least one beer. I finished my boring conversation with my aunt and headed to the kitchen for another drink, I wanted to keep true to my heritage. I walked into the kitchen and I couldn't help but think about my cousin, he was so sexy. I thought about what it would be like to have his hands explore my body, my panties. Hoping to start something, I played with my skirt, lifted it a bit and put my hand on my clitty, trailing a finger softly along it on my panties. Then I put my finger in my mouth and sucked on it. That was apparently enough to get one of the bolder guys moving. It was the younger guy, twenty-something, with the tight jeans and bare midriff. He was also in low open-toe heels. Girly! He came over to me, bent over and kissed me softly. I put my arms around him and kissed him back. "I'm Jamie," he. The night she told me she'd dumped her slacker boyfriend I know I wore a shit-eating grin the entire shift; I tried to be supportive and sympathetic and all that crap that girls think they need, but she saw through it easily and didn't seem to care; her sense of humour carried her through."Fuck him," Jackie laughed, popping the cap off another bottle of beer. It was her fifth one of the night, a few more than she usually had after work, but she held her liquor better than any other woman I.