Blood shot, half-crazed but determined eyes.She had seated herself and demanded:- Buzzcut! Fuck the fucking fuckers! - She emphasised tugging at herna...urally wavy, shoulder length brown hair with amber streaks from thesunlight.- Are you ...- Fuck! YEAH! You deaf? Wank too much? Buzzcut! Off with this fuckingshit! I'm no fucking stupid cunt to have fucking shit like this! - herjerking the hair was painful to watch.Since then it invariably had been a buzzcut with her.- Oh fuck ...George heard. My wife would circulate through the bar and flirt with men she found attractive. When a man returned her flirtation, she'd look to me for my opinion. I'd wave the green flag if I found the man appealing and thought I might like to see him enter my wife. If the man in question was not to my liking, I'd wave the red flag and my wife would move on.At first I found myself refusing men for the smallest of flaws. This one's eyes are too small, red flag. This one's shirt's too loud, red flag. This one. "Stand up now Bobby," she said.When he did she wasted no time soaping her hands and going straight for his penis. It lengthened in her hands and became rigid."On dear me," she said softly, feeling her gut clench. "Do the others wash you like this?"Bobby smiled and nodded."And do you like this?" she asked.He smiled wider and nodded with more enthusiasm.She moaned, and her pace increased."Does anything ever ... come out ... of it?" she asked, blushing.Bobby's smile got even wider as he. Junior was probably the biggest change, but the girls had been a positive factor, too. The addition of Jakub, well ... I suppose I was the most worried about him. Why? Because I wasn’t too happy about the introduction of a teenaged male into our household. Sally reassured me, though.One thing that did not change was the joy Sally and I took in each other. The presence of the girls had reduced the number of occasions on which we could spontaneously make love during the day. Morning blow-jobs.