And so she has become far more frustrated than I when the trash man decides, for some reason, to NOT empty one of our bins on some random Monday.One s...mmer years ago we went three weeks without the trash man emptying our recycling bin. He took the trash and the compost, but for some reason he'd objected to taking our recyclables. My wife was irate. She called the waste management folks after he'd gone off and left us with a full bin the first time and been told there was something in the bin. I'll make you some coffee to warm you both up," I said, my voice trembling for some reason."This is fine," they replied as, to my astonished look, they started to undress by the fire. I turned around and hurried to the sink to draw the water to heat... at the fire. Oh, dear, what was I to do? I tried to keep staring out the window trying to time what I thought was enough to allow them to get dressed. When I turned around to take the water to the fire, the two were standing there smiling at me.. Just so you know I am quite the looker. I am 34 years old and have always been quite the athlete. I have remained in excellent shape my whole life long. “Uh, you’re a little bit swollen down there buddy,” I said as I walked back into the den and sat down next to him. He looked me over real good, apparently liking what he saw. I put on my USC cheer leading skirt, off-white pleats with crimson trim and matching shiny off-white panties. I must say I looked stunning. I topped it off with a very. Iliked the way someone else's hands felt on my head as they would dotheir work. Or the feel of a razor as they would trim the hair on theback of my neck. So why not let her have her fun.I wasn't prepared for how much I would like my hair brushed though. Itseems my body was hypersensitive in a good way to my wife's touch.After dinner I was exhausted. I told Katie I was going to bed early thatnight. She wore me out in the gym. Katie told me she would just quicklybrush my hair again before she.