‘I meant your hair and your earrings, mom. You can’t wear that style to the beach.’ She walked over, pulling the heavy pins out of her mother’... bright red hair that was just starting to show a touch of gray, watching as the fiery locks cascaded down around her shoulders. Pushing a few of the pins back in, she changed the style to make it softer around her mother’s face. ‘And wear these earrings,’ she said, going to her case on her dresser and pulling a pair out small silver hoops out and. He had a full Dillard’s bag...he showed me that he had bought two pairs...he commented on my heels again and asked if after I paid would I be interested in seeing what he bought...I was a little taken back but he told me his motor home was parked in the lot...what the heck I thought. I paid and followed him to his motor home. It was very nice, very large. He explained as we walked in that he travels all over and had the heel urge. We went in and he said to make yourself comfortable and he said. It was difficult to stay together through college and all but somehow we made it. After our lives were finally in order we decided to settle down and get married. It wasn’t a surprise to any of our family; they had expected it to happen. We’ve been married for about three years now and just recently our sex life has been a bore. Every time I try to initiate something he just blows me off. I’m not sure if he’s not attracted to me anymore or if he’s interested in someone else, but as of lately. Michael was laughing his ass off now, “Are you KIDDING me!? Is that IT!?” he wrapped his hand around his giant prong, the fingers curling just beneath where the visible line of slobber I’d left behind stopped, just a couple of inches below the end of his head.I punched him in the thigh, hard, “well it’s really BIG! Nobody could do any better than that!”“Hate to break it to you, but that’s NOT true.”I growled, hating how I was only getting more and more turned on by his endless bragging and.