The small cooler that we were supposed to have brought pop out to the garage with was still sitting on the counter empty. A heavy duty plastic bag tha... looked like a loosely woven basket sat next to it full of chips, cookies and other snacks. I tiptoed across the room and opened the refrigerator. Several rows of pop cans lined the bottom shelf and I started filling the cooler. Suddenly a womans voice from the living room said, Chrissy, is that you? I answered, No, Mrs. Curie. Its me, Missy.. "His expression grew vacant. "I'm going to pretend I know what thatmeans."I rolled my eyes, cringing as the idea he was making me say it outloud. "Sex! I...I can't control my libido. A months worth of coldsshowers is only going to make me hot and wet."He smirked. "What would Freud say?" "Not funny!" I scowled. "I can't control myself...I....your roomieRyan? I nearly pounced on him back in the hallway."He raised his hands defensively. "Ease up, I was just trying to addsome levity." Do you have. I’d love to continue sucking her tits and bury myself in her pussy. But I had no pretenses that she was what I wanted as a wife.“Ari,” she said as she hugged me and placed a light kiss on my lips, “I can be, will be, anything you want or need. I don’t care what the tea leaves said. I could be the one. Just say the word.”I couldn’t say the word that night. I went in to find the entire project had been fucked up. The typo had caused a change in page breaks and there were widows and orphans. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” This whole situation was insane and his thoughts were running wild. “Daddy,” she said, with gentle intensity, removing the pillow from over his cock. “It’s only fair. You watched me. I should get to watch you.” Chris swallowed hard, feeling like he just took in a bomb. “You… You saw me there?” he croaked. Taylor smiled a sweet, sweet smile. Then she wiggled out of her jeans, showing off her tiny purple thong and her tight, firm ass. Even though he was.