’ Now it was Valerie’s turn to trail off. ‘I’m meeting Michael tomorrow morning to help him look for a place to stay, I’ll see you both in t...e afternoon I should be there by four,’ Valerie finished as she hung up the phone. Ian and Millie simply smiled at each other, both understanding that finally Valerie may have found the one she had been waiting so long to discover. Valerie sat staring at the phone, wondering what the involvement was between Ian and Michael. She shook out her hair, picked. "Why no" was my reply, "it would be an honor and pleasure to do that for you, if you are sure you want that". With that she just stood up hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and dropped them, panties and all in one smooth move and ask where should we go for this. Right here on the oak kitchen table is perfect for me was my answer! With that she scooted her butt up on the table and lay back, raising her legs up over my head and revealed the most perfect cum soaked labia I had seen. I sighed and put my daydreams away and went out to face the real world.Mark staggered in about twenty minutes later. I suspect he’d lost what little he had left in his stomach getting out of those clothes. The shower ran for an inordinately long time but I just sat at the table, sitting coffee. He finally dragged himself into the kitchen. The most apt description of how he looked was ‘like shit’, words I never thought I’d use to describe my husband. I got him a glass of water and several. .”The fat lady dances like a spinning topdrawing lines of cum and squashed wormsall over the stageThe fat lady dances like a spinning topwriting a blues,a random blues:The blues of the fat lady that dances like a spinning topFat lady’s bluesis written with straight lines..The vile thief invites to take a look through his prophet eyes..Open the gates that lead to an universe made of pettiness and abjection..Exhibitionist of corrupted soul,r****t of consciousness,perpetual example of the human.