I presumed that this was Dan’s sports viewing position. Ann lifted a beautiful, thick wool comforter from the back of the chair and spread it out on...the couch. She carefully laid the comforter over the back of the couch, across the seat cushions and down the front. The comforter was very obviously skillfully crafted and was covered with images of flowers, very similar to those on Ann’s apron. When I asked what she was doing, she simply replied, “We’re going to fuck on the couch and I don’t want. Some were married with kids. others you'd question about what went on there. i didn't stay in those houses long. if i did i was afraid of what might happen to me or others. i had to get across town. that seemed like the best place right now. but how and where was i going to get a ride. it seemed impossible. but only for a minute. it was mid summer. dazed and confused by the hot beating sun. the sweat dripping down my neck, back, and forehead. i also had to get out of this heat. there was a man. When I drop my coat, I reveal a piece of lingerie he bought me a while back. He was pleasantly surprised to see the crotchless, breast-cut-out white lacy teddy with baby blue bows at the shoulder straps. He grabs me around my waist, kisses me softly, then snatches my arm and yanks me down to my knees. With his hand on my head, he shoves me towards his hard cock. “There you go,” he says. I open up my mouth and start sucking on it. I have been waiting to feel his dick on my lips and now I have. She’s an empowered businesswoman whose home life would definitely surprise the men and women she works with. You see, Michelle’s husband Mike is a real man. A man who is confident about his masculinity and his place in the world. He respects both sexes but doesn’t take crap from anybody. Man or woman, you mess with this man, you get what you deserve. Plain and simple. He operates by his own rules and doesn’t give a damn what the rest of the world at large does or thinks. That kind of man is.