Iwasn't a very good mechanic, . . . or carpenter." Here, in this town, there's equality. We have women carpenters andplumbers, and even auto repair pe...ple; for instance, your car wasrepaired by a woman - so I guess your father was wrong there. You doknow that tailors do lot of sewing."Tom winced. "Pop had the idea that most of them were Gay!" Ah, I see. So your father wanted you to 'be a man' and actually set youup to fail. I'm not sure, but would guess your father knew yourlimitations and. Johnson, why did you bring your husband here anyway? What had he done to deserve your stealing his body away from him like that?" Well... well he's just a pig! He almost never helps around the house for one thing, even though he's retired and I have to work three jobs to keep the bills paid." Really? Odd, I thought he paid all the bills from his retirement and you used the money you make to fund your trips up to visit your friend Onna, and to pay for extras YOU want. Didn't he use his. As soon as my head was within reach, she cupped the back of it with her hand and pulled me forcibly to her gamy smelling oozing hairy gapping fuck slot.It looked so mess and nasty, but as I got into gingerly tasting and slurping up the abundant slimy wetness, it wasn't near as bad as I expected. It was indeed very tasty to suck up all the fuck gunk and slop there."OOOOOHHHH! Yessssss! Suuucccckkk it darling! Suck me good! Yessss! That's it. Eat all his jism! Show me what a good husband. He started to shake his head slowly. "Jennifer, what is going on in that beautiful head of yours?" he clucked in mock disapproval."Nothing," she repeated, pulling her hands down and trying to look innocent. "I'm a good girl."His hazel eyes bored into hers, sparkling with mirth. They both began to snicker together. His forehead bumped against hers and he shook his head at her."Oh, Jennifer, what am I going to do with you?" he sighed.Jen shrugged in response and kissed him. Suddenly the alarm on.