I decided to try an experiment. I bought a quart of milk for the refrigerator and a quart of milk to store on the shelf without refrigeration, but wit... a TK lock on it. I wanted to compare the relative freshness of the two lots of milk after several days of storage. It was my guess that a TK lock would prevent any deterioration of the milk or anything else stored that way.I met Brenda at the house the next morning and we began practicing. Within a couple of hours, she was confident of her. Do you mind, now that it's done? I'd never have gotten you out of the house and into a beautician's chair without them. You know that. And now look at us. Two girls out together. Your dream come true. Isn't it?" Yes," I had to confess. My voice was a little husky. "Thank you, dear. But you've never answered my question, why are you being so nice to me now, after years of hating..." I hesitated, and finished lamely, "of not wanting to know about... everything like this."The Maitre d' called out. My wife lay on her back across the width of the bed, naked and her long brown legs spread as wide as you can imagine. Her hair laid out on the white bedclothes behind her, her pert tits rippling with the force she was being fucked with. There between her legs was Steve Arlen. a very close friend of ours, more like my Eddie Haskell. His well-shaped, muscular hairy frame shown in shadow and light as Steve thrust into my wife to match her moans of undoubted pleasure.I stood there dumbfounded for. My husband hated them." she said. She pointed to her big breast. I gulped as she pulled her apron off and dropped it on the floor next to her coupon table.I looked down to see her big red belt around her waist. The back was tied just above her hips. The front was under her big breast. She was bending over squishing her sweater on the coupons. I leaned in to get a better view. She moved her feet back. Then I felt her denim skirt touch the front of my cargo shorts. I breathed in. I noticed her.