I don’t need a beer soaked spouse losing the housekeeping money playing cards with a bunch of grizzled ex-sergeants. Most days Archibald is home cle...ning, and then he can read, or watch television QUIETLY.This is somewhat contrary to his lively personality. But what can I do? I need a tame, quiet husband, and he has admitted to me that he does enjoy having time to read his Barbara Tuchman historical books, and if he had all the free time in the world, he’d probably waste it down at the VFW hall. He then raised his hand and brought it down again and again until her ass was bright red and very sore.“Are you going to straighten up and follow the rules Paige?” Cal asked“Yes,” she said softlyCal let her up and said, “I don’t want to have to bring you out here again because it will be worse the next time."Paige stepped out of her jeans, then took off her shirt and bra along with her sandals and walked into the cabin. Cal followed and found Paige in his bed on her knees with her ass in the. I pulled down my cover and began to stroke my hardened member through my underwear in time to them. I tried to imagine them, what position they'd be in, but it wasn't enough. I desperately wanted to watch them.Poking my head out of my door, I was delighted to find that their door had been left slightly ajar. It did strike me for a moment that this was a strange thing for them to have done, especially when they were obviously trying to be as quiet as they could, but I didn't think about it too. He looked for several seconds before replying, he could see the lines on her forehead as she began to frown at his lack of response. “You know, you really are quite beautiful” he whispered.The frown disappeared, to be replaced by her lovely smile, her cheeks colouring slightly the dimples forming. “Thank you Bobby, that’s the sort of comment a girl likes to hear.” She continued, “I missed you last night what happened?”He explained about the meeting in London and how late it was by the time it.