All I do is drive to work and deal with the bitch of the world (my boss), work, drive home from work, eat dinner, shower, go to bed, wake up and do it...all over again. Yeah, I have a bad attitude because of it, so what!The long days leave me so tired I've lost my desire for sex and my wife is getting very cranky about it. Well boo fucking hoo, how the hell do you think I feel? I like sex just as much as the next guy and I'm not getting any either. I'm just a little pissed off about it too.I knew. But he was gone.Maybe he did decide to go look for Doug, she thought.Kelly shifted her focus once more to the Twilight wax statues. It started mesmerising her. She continued staring at it, until she too disappeared into the strange world of the wax figures.Two figures appeared out of thin air. A tall skinny man in his mid-fifties and a short fat bald man in his mid-forties. If anyone familiar with horror movies had seen the two men, they would have thought it was the famous horror movie. She never complained or fought off a guy who played with her ass, grabbed her tits or ran a hand down inside her skirt and panties trying to get his fingers to her pussy. If a guy shoved a hard cock into her leg or tummy she pushed back. If she felt like she could control the situation she might even drop a hand and rub a guys cock through his pants. Several times I've seen her on the dance floor sandwiched between two guys with one guy grinding his cock against her ass from the back while the. “It’s really different than the banana I practiced on,” she said, leaning up to kiss at my lips. I was still unhappy with her.Sort of. At least I was trying to be unhappy with her.“Crystal Woods taught me,” she went on. “I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get you alone long enough to try it. This was my first chance, and with you being all grumbly and grown up about things, I couldn’t wait. It’s totally different, though. Not like the banana at all!”She humped my thigh with her naked.