My wife rolled her eyes, smiled, blushed... “This time yes.”Soooo, we leave the lounge and go to our van which is parked in the far end of the lot...in a dark area (just in case something like this ever came up...a mutual fantasy of ours for years). In the past after coming back to our van in this spot, we would pretend I was some guy she had just picked up and she would give me a blowjob.Now, however, it was about to happend for real. Did I mention this club kind of specialized in white couples. Or should I say Saturday morning? Everythingwill wait until tomorrow, even unpacking my suitcase I thought as I laidthere half dressed.I was sitting having breakfast at a local restaurant Saturday morningwhen my cell phone rang. It was my realtor and someone wanted to see mycondo this afternoon and it was best if I wasn't around. Oh just great Ithought to myself. All I really wanted to do was go home, do somelaundry, and try to get my body clock back. Needless to say I said fine.Oh well guess I. Eventually, I figured, I’d have to bite the bullet and build my own warships, but I really needed more experience in how things were done here before I even thought of trying that. What did I know about building wooden ships?Eventually we thought we had all the rigging done the way I wanted it, and we were ready for sea trials. We still had to load stores, but I’d pretty much already collected my crew. All the work on both ships and setting up the shipyard and everything else we’d done had. ’ The woman stared at him and Ed stared right back thinking fucking women, who do they think they are? ‘Do you have cold beer at home?’ ‘Of course, what do you think I am… an idiot?’ ‘Well I suppose if I want a beer I should avoid comment on that. Jump in.’ The horrible sound of protesting metal sounded again. ‘You’re only got the clutch pushed half in.’ ‘Says who?’ Ed decided to shut up. What an aggressive bitch. Women are all the same, you can’t tell them anything. ‘Drive around the block to.