A married couple. I looked at the text again and then I scanned the room. No one seemed to be staring or leering at me. I should have been scared, but...instead I was intrigued. I didn’t recognize the number. And trying to show my brave side, I sent a text in return. “Who the fuck is this?” I waited for a reply. A few minutes went by, and nothing. I figured it must have been a wrong number and the person was horrified at sending it to the wrong person. I put it out of my head and enjoyed my. " And I suddenly realize the game she is playing with me. I feel my face get hot. She is toying with me and I am allowing myself to be toyed with. Why is this turning me on so much? My cock aches and I find myself wishing she would straddle my hips again. She repeats her kisses down the other side of my face and all the way to my lips, but I remember to keep them still. "What a good listener you are." Her kisses begin to linger across my forehead, eyebrows, down my nose, chin, across my. She remembered that time when he had shot a kid. He had come home after being suspended. She had never seen him so depressed. He was upset about the suspension, but more than that he was sickened at having shot someone. She had greeted him at the door with a bowl of chocolate ice cream and listened to him vent his feelings. They had both felt better afterwards.“Sure. I’ll have some chocolate if we have it,” he answered.His wife wouldn’t let him eat ice cream very often. In the darkest times. CK had a wide, rounded ass that filled out her skirt. The other woman, like my wife, had almost no ass."CK, I'll handle it from here," said the woman."That's okay," I said. "We're doing fine." But don't you want..." she began."I said we were fine," I snapped. She left, angrily.The expression on CK's face was priceless. She was just about to say something when the door to the bar opened, and my whore of a wife floated in with two or three fake cowboys in tow. One of them, I thought I.