You just described most men, at least when it comes to wife sharing," I confessed. "Suppose we aren't James Bond types. Suppose we just go to work eve...y day and do our best to keep a roof over our family's head. Suppose the other guy fucking the wife takes her dancing and buys her flowers for no reason and fucks her to a dozen orgasms every time. Sure, the novelty will wear off and he'll move on. Still, it leaves us regular Joes looking and feeling like shit. That in itself is a good enough. " "Gee, thanks, Sal," I replied. We went to see the boss. "Micky fuckin Bumfelt, you fuckin degenerate gambling asshole," laughed Richie Bettino. "When will you ever learn?" He patted my cheek with chubby fingers. "Relax, Micky, I ain't gonna clip yer," he continued. "I got some work for you."His eyes went cold. "Dolores, you know my wife, Dolores, right?" I felt sick to my stomach. My legs and bladder suddenly felt a little weak. "Err….I..yeah, sure I've seen Mrs Bettino on-" "She's stepping. I decided to wait there, as I wanted to meet her (Till then I had not seen her). As soon as she came I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was in front of my eyes in saree n deep cut blouse she was looking sexy. I thought that I came to wrong address & said sorry & started to go from there.She told me to show the address & when I saw that the address is correct, she asked me where have I come from. When I told her who I was she was very happy. She told me that she wanted to meet our family but. .I was addicted and turned out....I would stay this way. Terrence was walking toward us now now. His massive, 13-inch truncheon bobbed and bounced in the air, waving sexily in front of him. The wrist-thick, vein-etched pillar was the mightiest appendage I'd ever laid eyes on. It was deeply etched along its length and a meaty tube ran along its underside. It resembled a fleshy, black fuselage of a jet armed with a missile on its belly. The peach-sized glan at its tip was a perfectly.