The following weekend we had pre going out to dinner share session with the ex. My wife had already dressed in a green lace top short skirt that i lov...d her wearing as it just covered her lace stocking tops when walking, i loved the fact i could finger her out in the car while driving, she loved wearing stockings and lace knowing how hard it made me.As she finished putting her make up on i mentioned to he ex a quick eating and fuck session be nice, i could see his huge cock was hard as rock in. Do?”“Yeap, I do. Julias was a good man, and now he’s dead. And the white-haired queen, sitting pretty on her fucking throne, would just love it if everyone took it up the ass for her.”So much for cooperation.“So, what, you’re here to kill me?”“Maybe. I’m here to kick your ass. We’ll see if killing is necessary.” He came closer, and Jack took a small step back. Not retreating, just making room for the asshole to hop into the lobby of the building with him. The glass crunched under his combat. The tighter the better. A cowboy hat was a necessity. I was a shooter wench. I wore a belt of liquor too. The sluttier the outfit the more I got it and the better tips I made.Q. Describe yourself.R. At the time I worked at the bar I had just turned 20. I was small about five feet tall, 100 pounds soak and wet. I ran and worked out. I did not have an ounce of fat on me. I had a small hard stomach, runners legs, a tan. I looked good. My brown hair fell to my ass. My tits were firm. At the end of the day I asked Brad to cover for me at practice. He agreed to tell Coach that I was feeling sick and had gone home. Micki met me in the parking lot, and we got into my car and pulled out of the lot."Where should we go?" I asked."Let's go to my house. We should be able to talk there," she suggested.I parked in the street in front of her house, and we walked around to the back door and entered. There didn't seem to be anybody else home, which suited me just fine. The fewer people.