.."Wanda said scrunching up her nose."Eww dirty bitch!"Brenda scolded Sam in disgust for having had her face farted on."Here, let me wash it off for y...!"Wanda smiled and paused for a moment.Suddenly she spat right in Sam's face.Right between her eyes.Sam let out a sharp groan in shock with her eyes closed tightly shut.She could feel the nasty warm spittle drooling down the bridge of her nose and sore cheeks."There we go."Wanda chuckled as she pressed the palm of her hand into the sticky mess on. ”Forty-five minutes later they were back in the bedroom in white towelling bathrobes. Robert was picking up the clothes that he’d shed in his hurry to wash her back.“I hear you were on a bit of a bender last night, I was worried sick when I couldn’t reach you,” he murmured.“I’m sorry darling but there were some things we had to do. And afterwards we had a few glasses of wine to drown our sorrows.”“Oh what was so important?” He asked peevishly.She looked at him for a few seconds, and then. Again, it wasnt highly prevalent, but I always seemed to have on pimple or blemish where you didnt want them. Everything had been like that. I wasnt terrible at sports, just subpar, and my dick wasnt tiny, just subpar. I believe I maxed out at just under 6 and a half inches, but it was kinda skinny, and the extra weight I had gained over the last 30 years had mercilessly taken an inch away from my length, though if I pressed my little groin ball of fat, the inch was still there. I could have. Reggie was happy and April was on fire. She was screaming at the TV again and I was laughing so hard I had to watch the replay to see what actually happened. She was on my lap kissing me. I said, "I guess the lucky rubbers helped, huh?" Yep, we should get some more to keep the streak alive."Reggie was looking at us as if we grew horns.I said, "Reggie, we all know that if you leave Vegas with unused rubbers that it is bad luck, so April made sure that we had only good luck when we left."Reggie.