Fuck it. She kicked open the door to the large disabled stall, ejected the two k*ds shooting up, and pushed Dawn back against the tiled wall.This was ...etter. This was fantastic. This was so fucking great that she had to stop kissing Dawn, lift her shirt, and get at those perky tits. And, having done that, she had to slide lower, kneeling on the nasty ass floor, to push up that goddamn little skirt and discover that Dawn didn't wear underwear to lesbian clubs.Faith spread Dawn's legs and started. I had thought, at first, that our sexcapade would takean hour or so, actually it took over three hours, anddon’t ask what mom called me when I got home. I can’tcomplain, I deserved it. But I made it up to Zdenek, myhusband, that week end. Not that it was an easy job topersuade him! He was reluctant at first, my husband,saying that it was dangerous for me. That theobstetrician had said to refrain from sex for threemonths-Three months!- and hardly one month had passedetc. I prevailed. Picking the box up, I howled it over to the room I decided would become the master bedroom. It was probably the largest of the three with a nicely-sized private bathroom. It had probably belonged to the parents of a family, at one time or another. I placed the box down and looked around. A lone armoire stood in one corner of the room. My bed, hopefully, would be arriving sometime today, in case you were wondering on what I was planning on sleeping tonight. Walking to the armoire, I opened the. She had also stopped wearing skirts and would only wear yoga pants. Mostof the time she would combine that with a sports bra or trousers.We would argue more and more frequently. I would suggest that she shoulddress more sexily in bed and wear a skirt instead of yoga pants.She would suggest that I got involved more in the housework and that shecould not do her fitness videos in a skirt.I would suggest she was being ridiculous and there was no reason why shecouldn't wear a skirt when she wasn't.