Fresh breath and naked, Marquis set his water and realized there were no wash clothes in the bathroom. Off went the shower. He headed to the linen clo...et, but was brusquely reminded that yesterday was laundry day. He was supposed to fold cloths — the disadvantage of procrastination. Off to the dryer, he got mad at himself for eating into his at-home time. The return trip from the dryer to the shower is when Wanda walked in the door. Furious, she asked, ‘Why the HELL are you walking around our. He smoothed her lapels, a very 'wifely' gesture. "Then go," he said. "I guess the problems will still be here waiting for you when you get back." He sounded completely defeated. And she hated herself a little more. He never accused her outright of hiding in her job, but she knew he felt that way. And she hated to admit that he was right. She actually felt herself looking forward to escaping all this hurt and worry in a world of phone calls and schedules and research. Another eight-hour respite. Jonathan is totally erect and has an 8-inch cock on him, Wow man, that is a nice package, hey Babe, comments Tessa. Mark is a little shy as I can see he has a full-on boner already. Come on Mark- Tessa says, I've see a man’s hard cock before. He rips them off and they both sit down next to Tessa drinking their beers. They can’t control their hard-on's as they try a tear their eyes away from Tessa's naked body. She asks Jonathan if he would mind putting some more lotion on the front as it all. I don’t want to be the only beautiful woman there! See you tomorrow, Sammi — love you!’ On the surface, it made some kind of sense. It was at the very least reasonable-adjacent. But Ginger wasn’t the sort of woman who cared what anyone thought about how she looked. For Heaven’s sake, she’d once seen Ginger wear an yellow coat over a orange blouse and white slacks. So why would a woman who tried to pull off the candy-corn look care what she (or anyone else, for that matter) wore to a night out.