‘Hello, there.’ Francine dropped into a chair across from Matt. ‘Where’s your wife?’ She swung her glance around the bar, and not seeing Cla...re turned inquiring eyes back to Matt. ‘I don’t see her around anywhere.’ ‘I haven’t gone home yet,’ Matt said blandly. ‘You know what I’m thinking?’ Francine said through a lascivious grin. ‘No.’ Matt chuckled. ‘I’m thinking that you two have had some kind of an argument and aren’t speaking to each other very much.’ ‘And I’m thinking that you have a big. I got out under the bed as quick as I could and looked down at a very dusty and dirty plastic bag. Pulling out the contents I looked at my find. A Hustler and Penthouse magazine from 2003. Looking at the brunette on the cover of the Hustler brought back memories of teenage jerking off, trying to be quiet, and wondering what fucking was really going to be like. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and sat down on the floor like I used to when I was a k**. The Magazine between my legs as I. But ritu said she was busy with some college work so only neeta and i went to the mall since neeta was also having semester holidays, she was amazingly down to earth and did not have a head weight that pretty girls have. anyway after the mall we decided to go back home.she had an activa and i told her i will ride it on the way home.on the way it happened many a times that her breasts bumped against my back and once she even held me.i was totally surprised and i thought that she liked me. "That's what I thought!"Kenneth Jones sat at the kitchen table eating from a bowl of muesli as he watched his wife Alison pour herself a coffee from pot he'd made. He took in the view of her naked arse as he watched her reach up to retrieve a cup from the a kitchen cupboard. No panties and a short skirt was something new."So what's this, orders from Master Philip?" The word 'master' was dripping with sarcasm. "Presumably he not only controls you but he controls the way you dress."Alison smiled.