What was she doing now ... vacuuming the house? getting ready to make his dinner for that night? There was no neglect there ... she certainly took goo... care of his stomach ... but as for the rest ... Already his big, semi-hardened penis was stirring ominously between his legs like some enormous sleeping monster, being awakened by a beautiful princess ... but the princess wasn’t his wife Sybil ... It was Nita Bramble! He could feel the blood racing through his veins, rushing down to his meaty. This one particular day, I went to the complexlaundromat to do my laundry and my surprise I would run into my old friend now 25 years of age Jennifer. To say the least the years have been really good to her, who went from nothing but knees and elbows, of 5ft3 blonde to 5ft 3 blonde with an almost perfect hourglass figure with a face of a babydoll.So Jennifer and I chatted briefly and she invited to her apartment. We went to Jennifer's place, where we sat on the sofa and talked about the good. Two hours of calls to have the Elf Queen crucified before the church steps, to put her in a zoo, to convert her to Christianity and send her back to bring her people to Jesus. All to have it circle around and end up with things exactly as they had been.He hoped to God he had done the right thing. At least there had been no voices raised against him, personally."I heard," Ewa said. The teen lay on a thick rug before him, playing with the baby Marik. The infant was starting to learn how to move. .."He sees who I am, and he sees I've got a shotgun."Look man, blah, blah, blah..."Shut the fuck up asshole.I march him right back into the master bedroom, the only room with the door open.My wife is nowhere to be seen. I notice the bathroom door is closed.I tell him to get on the bed and don't move.I kick the bathroom door open. My wife is in the shower. I motion for her to come out, and then guide her to the bed and tell her to "sit, don't fucking move a muscle".Then I ask her: "What is it.