"Boneless, skinless," she added. "The other section where they should beis empty." Oh!" I said, finally understanding her. I looked at the boxes on ...ycart. I opened the box labeled "Chicken breasts" and gave her a package."Thank you!" she said walking away.Miss? Did she think I was a girl? This day is getting worse.* * *At lunch time, I realized in my morning freakout I forgot to make lunch.The good news is that I work in a grocery store. I bought a pre-packagedcold-cut sub and a drink. I and my wife have enjoyed sex so well for all these years. She has fucked some of her cousins and boyfriends in my presence and I have served her and her sister, mom and some friends. The women treat me as their slave and I am supposed to be an excellent licker and a massager. I am also an expert in pedicure. My sister-in-law and some of my wife’s friends are regular visitors to my home for pedicure.I do all house hold work, cook and wash all panties and bras of my wife and her friends and. ”“Well thank you, but I am not going to wear pink all the time like her. It is almost like if I do not wear pink that I am a rebel,” she said as she scooted up close to me. Then asked, “How about your mom? Are you on good terms with her?”How do I answer that, I wondered? “Yes, but sometimes she changes her mind, so I don’t know what to expect. Just like now, I don’t have any idea what she will be like. I expect she will be nice to you, but there is a chance she won’t,” I said.“I hope she. Then her fingers attacked the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one.“You think I'm sexy, don't you?” she said, her own bulge forming beneath her skirt. “You think I'm a sexy nerd. You like that I dress old-fashion. Makes you think what I'm wearing underneath here. What sort of panties or bra.”My cheeks burned. “I guess so.”“What if I'm not wearing panties, just the pantyhose?” she asked, arching her delicate eyebrows.“Damn,” I groaned, my girl-dick so hard. My pussy juices dripped.