We met when we were in college and soon became a couple. We just seemed to complement each other, and after we graduated, marriage just seemed natural...to both of us. During the last three decades we have managed to raise a daughter, pay off our house, save a few dollars and muddle through every occurrence, both good and bad that impacted our lives and still remain married. All in all I believed that we were a happy secure couple that loved each other. It just goes to prove that sometimes you. "Oooh yeah, same here" agreed Mindy. "I'll probably be a bit hungover tomorrow, so if you could bring me a coffee and a bacon sandwich in the morning, I might let you kiss my arse" she laughed."He gives a great foot rub too, and it's easy to kick him in the balls if he slacks off" said Susie, before adding "in fact, my feet are pretty sore now slave, I think when we get home I'll have you massage them with your mouth." Wow Susie you're so bad" exclaimed Ani."I know" Mindy agreed "I never. I am not telling pork pie untruths here. Come see this for yourself if you mistrust and have doubts about it.Stian and I are butted and stalled down on our vast, snug, and cozy settee, grasping and clasping each other well and lovingly. He is the one who is taking me in his muscular, virile, and well-built safeguarding arms and I am sloping and tilting and heeling myself against his chest leisurely and at my own relaxation and breathing space. He is carrying in his hands pictures of us when we. In short, I'm a slightly undersized pismire badly compensating for my various insecurities by far too often shooting off my own pie hole when smarter folks would shut up and listen more. I'd like to blame this social deficiency on the fact that I don't get laid nearly as much as I'd like to. My critics, and there are many, would say it's those very flaws that actively wreck my attempts at romance. Oddly, I've always heard that women tend to prefer confident and arrogant assholes ... but in that.