Despite myself, I couldn't help the wry smile. Still holding hands Iguided Gwen over to the living room couch for our traditional Fridaynight activity... more booze and scrolling through about five differentstreaming services for at least one thing to watch."You say it doesn't bother you, but I don't believe that." I pulled herfeet into my lap, sliding off each shoe and placing them on the floor. Igave her a second to wiggle her toes, her red pedicured nails flashinglike tiny rubies in the light. My wife gave me that, "do something" look. I jumped up and pulled the drunk off his stool and started shaking him saying, "I dare you fart before my wife!"The drunk looked at me and, scared as hell, he said, "I'm sorry, sir! I didn't know it was her turn."Toilet seats always seem to be a problem. I'll never know why, if it's up and you have to take a shit or a woman wants to use it, put the damn thing down. If you have to take a piss, then lift it up. Don't piss on the seat. Women don't like to. You’re fine.” We did, too. Once I got her home, we put her stuff in the guest room, I showed her the ensuite, told her she could wash the clothes if she wanted before she wore them, which she took me up on, then while they were being tumbled, we chatted some more. Fred was an older guy, blue collar, Daddy never cared for him, but he seemed to be responsible, except when he took her out drinking. That almost ended badly a couple of times.She thought the issue today was probably her fault, and he. Don barely got started applying the pink lotion when Carly rolled onto her back and spread her knees, “Eat me, Honey. Eat me and fuck me hard. Just be careful about rubbing my side.”Never wanting to disappoint his loving wife, the man slipped his clothes off and dipped his face to his favorite place.After sixteen years of sucking Carly’s cunt, he still jumped at every opportunity. It took close to ten minutes for her to reach a powerful orgasm, but her second one came four minutes later;.