Joe was asleep in our bed and I went in he woke up looked at me and then rolled over and didn't say a word. I knew then my marriage was as dead as my ...reat Aunt Grace who died in 1953. I cried as I gathered up my nightgown and robe and went to bed on the couch.In the morning, I was up long before the k**s, and had breakfast on when Joe came down. He asked me why I didn't come home Sunday morning like I said I would?I looked at him and just told him flatly, "I wanted to Fuck some more."He stared. Despite my better judgment, I took a peek while she opened the lift gate of the van. While she guided the lid up, she had to raise slightly on her toes, which made her calves bulge, a deep valley running the length of her leg, from just below the kneecap to her ankles. Around the back, a huge ball formed. “Oh my God” I swore to myself at the awesome display of muscle to my right. I should have been satisfied and looked away, but of course, I didn't. “Enjoy the show, perv?”, a young female. He'd never felt a real one before. He'd imagined it would be warm and sticky. Perhaps like his dick when he jerked it at night.Mrs. Benmore had stood embarrassingly close to his shoulder. She smelt a little of rum and coke and told him that Ricky's parents had asked her to look in on the party, just to make sure it wasn't getting out of hand. They all seemed a nice bunch, she told him."I wish I was ten years younger. It's been a while since I fitted into jeans as tight as that," she explained,. The passport photos didn’t match our new look.Bill was still President and would be for three more years. Our predicament ... mom killed a president a couple of terms before Bill ... seemed to give Bill no end of joy and, though he’d never met us, he’d interceded on our behalf several ... Okay ... twice ... before. His problem with Monica might make him difficult to reach. What congress wanted was his ass on a rail headed out of town. Bill was a gentleman and a gentleman doesn’t tell.Congress.