After we land I’ll use the black marker and write it on your shirt.’ ‘Are you out of your mind, this is a $90 shirt.’ ‘Your shirt is white. ...y shirt is black. What shirt do you think a black marker is going to show up better on?’ ‘Mister, you are going to owe me so big for this.’ ‘Send Stephano a bill for the shirt.’ ‘You don’t want to play around anymore?’ ‘That’s not the point. You can get the money back from Stephano, and we can still play around.’ ‘I can tell you’re getting old, you’re. But lately our sex life and our life in general has become some what stagnant. We get up go to work, come home have dinner, then go to bed. Its the same thing youve heard from couples who have been married for ten years. The excitement level no longer exceeds sexual intercourse more then once a week. It becomes frustrating at times because Ive always been the type who wants to try new things sexually. My wife is a great person and hot as hell, but she doesnt seem to mind the low our sex life. He looked at the money in his hands and realized that he had enough for two packages and a soft drink. He went to the counter and put the items down. Sam looked at them and said, “I’m getting concerned about you.”“Why?”“You bought three things in one trip rather than making three trips,” Sam said.“I must be getting lazy in my old age,” Sean said.Sam picked up the package of trash bags and asked, “What are you using these for?”“I’m cleaning out the garage,” Sean answered.Sam asked, “Are you. That was the only thing on his mind as he got out of bed,looked at himself in the mirror, and saw a pair of big, perky breasts.His breasts, perky C-cups right there on his chest. He blinked, blinkedagain, and touched them, bouncing them in his palms. "Son of a..." Thenhe looked in the mirror again and saw what was unmistakably a woman'sface. It was his face, with big doe eyes and smooth cheeks and a softchin. His lips curled in a perplexed sneer as he studied himself. Hishair had darkened and.