N for the daily shoulder - Mr. GW for being pissed off in my honor and Mr. A for letting me get him in trouble and for being too sweet to admit it!). ...ut so many of you make me smile and keep the dirty thoughts going. (haha). BIG hugs and Kisses (w/tongue)!I hit the snooze button on the alarm, go back to sleep, and then wake up five minutes later. I look at the time again and weigh my options. I could sleep another hour or I could get up and do all the shit I have to get done today.Or I could. Above all, his prices were ridiculously low.The white bougainvillea of the shelf before me was indeed a splendid specimen. Upon confirming that I would definitely be taking the plant, Myrick became chatty and gave me the low-down on the business. The nursery was always closed on Mondays. Tuesdays and Wednesdays he was fairly busy, but ‘Dead Thursday’ as he referred to it, he was lucky if he even saw one customer. I wondered if this was a lame excuse, for his lack of mindfulness upon my arrival.. It was obvious she understood me because she said, “All I want you to do, Miss Verity, is relax and enjoy this feeling.”With that, she was holding my breast with her left hand while her right hand slipped down inside the front of my knickers. As she was gently massaging my neatly manicured mound I could hear the music coming through the wall. I was getting even more turned on by the fact that my husband, Steve, was just a few feet away, enjoying a drink, totally oblivious as to the pleasure his. Lithe limbs in damaged and torn stockings shift her weight as those long hours of intense physical exercise on the tread mill offer up their accumulated bounty. As she moves I smell the musk scent of her sex rising up and filling my nostrils with the sweet perfume of her womanhood. This smell that has driven me as she has walked past me so many times before, surrounding her like a sexual aura. Only now can I truly imbibe in its delicate fragrance as I move my face downwards and drink in her.