“Thank you for inviting me in. How old are you?” I replied back with I’m 21 years old. “Nice I’m 24 nice to meet someone...around my age around here. My husband is 29 and his name is Danny.” Your married , so how long have you been married? “I’ve been married for 18 months, and I tell you it a bad marriage. Danny never has enough time for me anymore.” I told her that Danny must be crazy and mentally insane to ignore such a beautiful young lady. Compared to my wife, Callie....well, there's there is no comparison. Callie is drop dead gorgeous, and our sex life is great. However, after knowing Beth for several months, I was comfortable with making those, a fore mentioned, sexual remarks to her. To the best of my knowledge, she never took offense, nor told my wife about them. One morning, when she was leaning over the check-in counter, her blue jeans stretched tight across her nice ass, I eased up beside her and asked, “Hmmm, how long. ” “Thank you, JJ.” “Say, I hope you don’t think I came here with an ulterior motive, or something, Sir. What with you being on the jury and me being a cheerleader in the competition an’all.” “No, that would be most improper!” he said, unzipping his pants. “Yes, because I wouldn’t want to be accused of doing anything like that,” she said. As the words left her mouth, Mr Cooper dropped his pants and then lowered his trunks, revealing his circumcised cock, which was all of seven inches, and. I'd seen this type of behavior before. He had his idea of the way the world worked and after I pointed out his mistaken beliefs he wanted to argue me out of it, as if it would make one fucking bit of difference. His horses would damn near starve this winter if he didn't provide for them, and even if he could argue me into saying they wouldn't they would still starve. His labor saving ideas wouldn't work and I knew they wouldn't"You can believe anything you want to believe Routata. I'm not.