" "The cab's here, let's go!" David led us to the car, dragging a very drunk Roxanne behind him, he didn't seem amused. She was stroking his bum and t...ying to hug him but he wasn't having it. "Roxanne just get in the car for fucks sake!" she climbed in looking defeated. Tiffany was a more conservative drunk luckily. Tiffany POV: I didn't know what the fuck I'd just done, Giovanni wasn't even drunk so I don't know what he was thinking. I touched his dick! I was mortified, he would probably go. What had happened to her and where was she? It took a moment for her to pull herself upright and swing her legs over the edge of the bed. She tried to clear her fuzzy head, to figure out what was happening. Something caught in her memory, but she couldn’t quite get a handle on it. Her body felt bruised and strained, as if she had been in an accident. The night before and the morning after came flooding back in a tidal wave of emotions. Niko, she thought. Alive. Looking at her surroundings,. It is about the first white wife who became a regular partner. This story is 100% true and not some stolen bullshitShe sat in the cubicle next to mine so I only physically saw her about three times a day. We did converse a lot. I'm a fairly polite type of guy and will talk to anyone who is civil towards me even if I don't agree with their beliefs. I made the false assumption this woman was some far right-wing, nigger hating bible thumper. She looked the part to a tee. Imagine the whitest. I also love shopping for lingerie...for my wife, that is. Whenever there is a Victoria’s Secret or Fredericks sale I would be all over it. In one of my recent purchases my wife decided to gift some to her sisters when we flew back home to the Philippines. Kristie loved the yellow panties that she got. But when she asked my wife to get her more all she k**dingly got back “Go ask Jimmy (that’s me) to buy you some! He’s the one who loves to buy those anyway!” I’m guessing my wife was just trying.