‘It’s a nice house. When, exactly, were you going to tell me about this decision?’ His voice was cold. Denise looked anxiously at Anne. This had...begun badly. Anne stood her ground. ‘Stan, we hadn’t actually done anything yet. We’re looking –‘ ‘Huh! Just looking! It sounded like you’d decided, to me when I walked in!’ Anne bit a bitter retort back behind her teeth. She had indeed made a decision, but Stan had intruded… Stan misinterpreted her hesitation and ploughed on, though. ‘Well I don’t. I adjusted the towel taking my time to make sure it was perfectly situated, my fingernails brushing along his thigh as I did so causing Ryan to moan, I grinned lowering my self to his right ear, “ would you like oil or lotion?” I whispered“anything you want Megan, I trust your judgment”, he then shifted his hips, rocking back and forth until he found a comfortable position.I smiled knowing full well he must have already gotten semi-erect seeing me almost naked, I was tempted to suggest we start. That is, it never printed out a hard copy for me. But, it was still there. Ready, and waiting. And, when my lady came home and tried to print out a recipe...That night I walked into the house after work, only to be greeted by a maniac shouting very four letter word that you can imagine (and probably some that you cannot). I think that some were even in a language that I have never heard before. One thing was for sure: She was pissed. It was one long, and very uncomfortable, night. There was no. She must have forgotten that I had seen Amy pull this. Megan had taught it to her. She would trail her back leg until I dodged the front leg, and then sweep it around to almost literally take my head off. It was a show stopper. She didn't know, or didn't remember, that I had taught Amy the counter move.I slipped past the front leg, not letting it miss me altogether, but letting it graze the side of my head. It still hurt like hell! The grazing of my head threw her timing off slightly, as the.