“You’re a bit over dressed for getting you brakes fixed aren’t you?” I commented to her. “Well, I left work early to get here,” she repl...ed. “Really? What do you do?” I asked digging for information. “I work at the funeral home down the road,” she answered. “That’s an interesting line of work. How did you get into that?” I asked her. And the conversation continued for another five or so minutes until the clerk returned. I looked at the other guy and he was wide eyed shaking his head. The only problem with my wife was she was a loud moaner. It is very much arousing for me and I loved it when she moaned and screamed so loud when we made love but the problem was both my MILs and SILs rooms were pretty close and I knew they could hear the humping. I knew my SIL if not my MIL would be itching desperately as it had been well over a yer for her. After one of our such sessions, I asked my wife abou this:Me : You make so much noise, I think they would be able to hear us. As it is. One of the women said, "It's too bad we can't do the show first. But I hate it when they get all nasty and smelly."Another woman said, "You need to get the judge to find you another one of these little cunts, Karen. Then we could have one of them put on a show while the other keeps us happy."Mrs. Porter smiled and said, "I like that idea. But it's harder than you might think to get these dumb kids out here. First he has to find one that is young enough and pretty enough. She has to be stupid. I knelt down in front of the bathtub and tried to wake her. “Sarah...Sarah…” Finally after a few minutes she awoke. “What the fuck are you doing here” she asked in a drunken slur. “Taking you home” I sternly replied. “Mom and dad would kill you if they knew you were here.”I helped her out of the bathroom walked her down to my car. As soon as she hit my passenger seat she passed out again. While driving home I couldn’t help but stare at her further. Her bathing suit seems one size too small on.