Broken white shells, yellow yolk and thick egg whites splattered over the kitchen floor.Twisting to stare at the disaster on the floor, an attractive ...rown on his face as if affronted by the eggs, like they'd deliberately fallen to annoy him, the frying pan in his hand swept across the counter. An orange juice carton went flying, the plastic cap bursting off as it hit the tiled floor, orange juice spurting out to join the eggs."Fudge, bugger, damn!"Weather burst into laughter.Gorgeous soft eyes. In his hand, he held a dark, meaty cock that must have been at least a foot long and as thick around as a can of soda. Trixie's eyes grew wide as she saw the monster Robert was packing and she tried to yank her head away, but he was too strong.Robert slapped Trixie and she involuntarily opened her mouth to yelp, at which point he rammed his dick down her throat. Even on her phone's camera, Laney could visibly see Trixie's throat bulging around the huge cock being forced down her throat. She. On second thought, I'd better do them or else I'll never hear the end of it. You don't know my wife. 5-1 in height, 180 pounds, she's built more like a tank than a skank. Thinks sex is torture and comes by it honestly. Her mother was the same I'd imagine. Pity the man she married. Pity me.Before going out to work, I see through the window it's gonna be another scorcher today. They talk about the drought here in Dallas like it's something new. Happens all the time. It'll eventually rain and. Meet me at 6:30 in front of Albert's. Ciao.It was a voice I had not heard, except on stage, for over a decade. I had followed her career for years. In fact, I knew of the show she was doing, though not that she had a part. Helen had arranged for tickets Saturday night.I checked the time, then rechecked. I was only 2:47 PM. I had snubbed Chuck Blanding, learned a gyro joint, hired Sheila to play Cynthia, turned her loose in the middle of my biggest headache, waited an hour for any word and sent.