The voice continued to speak my name and tell me where to go. The voice instructed me to go to the beach which I only live less than a mile away. I cr...ssed the road to the beach in only my denim shorts, and I could see a figure on the beach car park, a female figure. So I followed the voice towards the beach and I noticed the figure looked familiar, and reminded me of the same person as the voice. But then I noticed....its Jessica Alba, laying on a sunbed. I had an immediate erection, but then. ‘One of my dumb friends got drunk last night and knocked over a bunch of my stuff. Be careful, there’s glass everywhere.’ I stood behind the couch, where I could hold the vibrator in without him seeing. ‘Where did your parents buy those champagne glasses, the ones they used on New Year’s?’ Unfortunately, that was not not a yes or no question that I could nod to. I parted my lips, closed them, wet them with my tongue. Damien must have noticed my expression of. My wife loves it and she sits silently, perched on a kitchen stool, watching me work, entranced. Even while I cook, the Bitch nags on about how the garlic and hot pepper make her eyes hurt and about how the fish sauce makes the whole house reek when it bubbles in the pan. She misses that magic transformation when the handfuls of basil hits the hot mixture.And the Bitch completely ignores a basic rule of life.Never fuck with someone who is going to be alone with your food.There’s a little extra. She picked those up and put them away, then came back and squatted down to get the rest of them. As she did that, her mini rode up to be virtually non existent and you guessed it, no panties to be seen. She took her time to collect the rest of the papers, all the while having her cunt semi exposed right in front of Jamie. She shifted her weight to reach for some others and for a brief moment her cunt was in full view. I saw Jamie's jaw drop and he just stared at it. "Sure is hot tonight." Mum.