..After dressing in a smart pair of trousers, a button-up shirt and mybest lace-up shoes, I follow my equally smartly-dressed grandmotherdown to her c...r, and a short while later the two of us are sat in ourusual pew at our local church, listening intently as Reverend Stubbsnarrates the events of the first Good Friday two thousand years agowhile a group of teenagers from a local secondary school put on a playof the events. After the service is over, grandma and I bid farewell tothe priest, and. " Why?" asked Amanda, as she poured a glass of wine."Not sure, exactly." He shrugged. "Maybe so Mom would have had some more gender appropriate company. She never got to the do the whole pink and frilly thing. She tried, but Kevin had a fit." He winked at her."I can do pink and frilly," she said, her wink a bit more seductive. "I might even have some stashed away." Steve raised an eyebrow. "Later," she promised. The doorbell rang again."I'll get it." Steve set his drink down. "It's probably. (So I didn’t slow down my pounding of her ass.)Simran: Yes, I am a bitch, because you made me one. Now, fuck me right and harder. Or should I call someone to help you?Those words of hers made me go mad and I started to ram her even harder than before.Simran: Aah… No, please slow down, what’s gotten into you. Madarchod (motherfucker).I start ramming my wife harder and harder and started choking her neck. Simran’s face started to turn red, due to the choking and then I released it.Simran: Please. Yvette is five foot one inch tall and weighs one hundred and one lbs. Yvette looks stiff when doing her routine. She huffs off the floor and storms towards me. Gruffly Yvette says, "Coach Brown I need a massage," and walks towards a side room. I stand there. Yvette stops and turns around. She shouts, "Please!" All the girls and coaches stop and look at me. Coach Dasha glares. I toss my hands up and begrudgingly follow Yvette. Everyone goes back to what they were doing. We get in the room.