I was setting on the table in a glown and my wife was setting in a chair next to the door. I was looking at her legs and I asked if that was pantyhose...or not. She said stop looking at my legs. You had better not be hard when the doctor comes in. I looked out the window as we talked about stupid stuff that wasn't sexual. The doctor came in and listened to my heart and asked a few questions. I caught him checking out my wife's legs as she had them crossed and was showing a lot of thigh. He gave. .” Murielle fumed, not knowing how to explain, then stuck her finger into her thick, meaty rump on her right side. “Right there! She said I was snoring! And I certainly don’t snore!”“Oh,” Alicia grunted, trying not to snicker at the image Murielle unknowing projected. “That must have... (ahem!) ... hurt, huh?”Glancing at Murielle’s twin, Alicia noticed that Miranda was being very quiet, and her mind was shut down tight. She suspected that Miranda didn’t really share her twin’s upset about being. "I... I think I drank too much tonight, Howie." No you didn't, baby," he assured her."I... I'm sorry I was so... so bitchy the first part of the evening," she said softly. "It's just that I was... well, that I was upset about... about a few things." It's okay, honey, I understand."A few moments later they were pulling into the driveway of their small, middle-class cottage in one of Morriston's older sections. Howard parked the car in the garage, and they got out, arms about one another, and. There was only 7 members of staff in total and I worked at weekends.There was one girl who worked there called Steph and she was stunning. She was short, slim and had an emo look that she pulled off to perfection. I spent many nights wanking over the thought of her tiny tits. She would always tease me by wearing short skirts that would show off her ass every time she bent over.After working together for a few months we kissed a couple of times and nothing more had ever happened. Young and.