Other times I can be doing something really productive like watching a baseball game or hockey game or even making one of my masterpieces in the kitch...n. The little vixen will get on my shoulder and almost yell into my ear to start typing, listen to her and start writing the story she wants to get out.Her latest method of communication is to appear as I drive to a customer. My mind is focused on curing some strange problem discovered or imagined by the customer and my cute little flitter will. He had been after her for thirteen years to dominate him, and even though she had tried it on a few occasions, it never satisfied him as much as his fantasies because she wasn't into it.When the Magic Depot opened up in Houston, he was pining to go. She even drove him; Victor couldn't drive anymore since his multiple sclerosis had worsened. He oohed and aahed over several items, but Lara being practical, told him that Christmas was just around the corner and maybe if he was a good boy, Santa. Her hair were everywhere eyes were ruined with the eyeliner splattered all over her cheeks spit stains on the chin and face along with cum on her chin and neck and shoulders. She looked at her tits and how they were red and here nipples still hard from all that pinching she then looked at her pussy how it was used and she felt proud of herself and even more turned on which even surprised her. Coach wilson was watching her looking at herself in the mirror and wondered what she would do and what. It becameroutine, accepted."Louie," she said once. "Is there some reason you do all of thesechores?" I'm just trying to make things easier for you," I said."But, inside, do you get a nice feeling when you do them?" Well, I'm gratified that you like it, I guess. But don't act like I'mweird for doing it. Do you want me to stop?" Depends. Do you want to stop?" Are you analyzing me?" I said.She laughed. "No, Louie. We're just talking. As far as I'm concerned, Ihave the best wife in the world."I.