"Don't you have any better sense than to stand around with your cock hanging out?"Rich cowered away from his mother, slipping on the can of whipped cr...am as he tried to step over Valerie's legs. He grabbed the first article of clothing he could find and put it on. It happened to be Jeanne's bathrobe, but he didn't seem to notice how ridiculous he looked in it.If he hadn't been so furious, even Jim might have laughed. Instead, he strode across the room and jerked his wife to her feet."Put some. He was so attentive, and he could keep a conversation going with her for hours. And that smile of his! He nicknamed her Twinkle, telling her that she had an incessant twinkle in her eyes. She adored the attention that he gave her for so many reasons, but foremost, because it was genuine. He would bury his face in her hair, inhale deeply, and tell her how good she smelled. He would rub her feet and loudly exclaim, ‘Jesus, even the bottoms of your feet are soft!’ He called her his girly-girl. He. I rolled over to the side of the suction, half dreamily, my brain translated thoughts that my wife had returned from her sister for a little morning delight. Awakening in the dusky sunlight and even before I became cognizant of the color of her hair, I knew that this was not my wife in bed with me but her sister. You see my wife has this special little thing she does with her tongue as she swirls around the giant purple head of my prick. We’ve be together over 20 years and you become. The woman from across the hall was unlocking her door. She looked over her shoulder, seeing how he was dressed. She watched him pick up the Sunday newspaper when he greeted her. Her eyes went to the area between his legs when she smiled approvingly. He felt self-conscious and embarrassed, deciding not to linger. Anxiously wanting to see if the incident in the alley received any press and how the writers portrayed it, he began leafing through the paper. He realized it wasn’t only terror he felt.