She's only just begun putting in the Azalias, and the rest of her work leaves MUCH to be desired." Come on girl, you've got to really get in there and...get dirty. Show us house wives how 'simple and easy we've got it!', as you put so eloquently." Margaret berated as I took her advice and dug my knees into the dirt."Its no use Marg," began Florence, "she's just not cut for the domestic lifestyle. She's a big girl who dresses up and gives orders all day. Isn't that the truth hun?"I shook my head. He really is a sweet guy.We were still lying there contentedly when there was a knock on the door.“Time’s up!” It was Dave’s voice.To my surprise, he came in as Gary was peeling the condom off at the wastebasket I had pointed out. I was still sprawled out and Dave’s gaze lingered on my exposed pussy for a minute before he smiled at me.“Your husband’s already finished with my girl, so I thought I’d check on you two.” He looked over at Gary pulling his jeans on. “I won the last game, so my turn. "Why, yes, you could get me... another drink. I'll have a glass of wine, the chardonnay, please." The poor waiter began to sweat bullets as he turned to Monica. For her part, speech was long in coming. Finally, she squeaked out, "No thanks, I'm good here," which didn't help the poor waiter at all, but at least he could finally escape to fill the order. The table remained silent while the waiter filled their order. Vicky and Sean smiled and sipped their drinks. Monica, too, slowly sipped her. Louise gasped. She got up from the couch, grabbed his hand, and pulled him to his feet. He picked her up, holding her to his chest, and carried her up the stairs. ‘My bedroom, lover,’ she murmured into his neck. He set her down on her bed gently and began to undress. ‘Let me undress you,’ she said. Quickly she removed her shorts, leaving only her panties. Then she stepped up to him. Louise pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing his muscular chest. She kissed him there, nuzzling among the.