”“Good luck,” she smiled as she taped the box closed.I couldn’t figure it out.Something suspiciously similar happened a month later. I had jus... mowed the lawn and I was taking a shower. My wife came into the bathroom with a digital camera. She took off her clothes, dug a disposable razor and a can of shaving cream out of the cabinet, and got in the shower with me.I saw where this was going when she spread some shaving cream on my nuts.“You haven’t shaved my balls since our honeymoon.”“I want. The ceiling is super high up, and there's a second floor bacony overlooking the two of you that is currently empty of onlookers. There is a couple different rooms branching off from the foyer, but you can't really tell offhand what they are or where they lead.You hear the front door click shut behind you as you continue observing and taking everything in. She continues explaining about the many different definitions of family before finally culminating with an introduction. "...but anyway, I'm. " "No girlfriend?" "Nah." I shook my head even though she faced away from me. "Well, sort of. I was seeing this girl, Penny, but we had a big fight after I lost my job. We're in an off phase." "I see." Callie was quiet for a moment, then changed her position again. I bit back a groan at the friction against my cock. Another image burst into my head, of her on top of me and me driving into her. I knew she would be wet and hot; she'd be as aggressive in bed as she was out on the ocean. I. Sandra stopped reading as she realised a customer was waiting to be served.“Four pints of Stella, and a pack of pork scratchings," Chalky White demanded as Sandra put her magazine down. “So what the fuck you reading eh?”“Summat gay Trev left in gents bog,” says Sandra.“Why do you have to read it out loud?” Chalky asked.“To wind Nozzer up,” she said pointing to where Nozzer was sitting with his smirking so called mates.“Was it like that for you Nozzer?” Chalky asked.“No it fucking wasn’t,”.