“I know” she said back, trying to be a little bit flirty. “So how’s your marriage going?” she asked, seeing the surprised look on his face. ...��Not good” he said back, “We never have sex”. She smiled at him then said “Well maybe I can help you relieve some stress”. “What do you mean he asked?” “Well...” she said, “We could have sex”. He laughed , “You’re joking right, I mean Molly’s your friend?” “Was” I said, correcting him. “Besides, she said, she won’t get hurt if she doesn’t know”. “Good. When he would fuck me as a stripper, Sam would always give me a very forceful fuck, nothing gentle, just slamming his cock into me. We both got off on the excitement of that missed opportunity of a stripper coming home with us. We continued to role play and talk about our fantasy, until I told Sam that we should go back to a club to see what happens. Sam seemed surprised that I was matter of fact about going; I reminded him how much fun I had with the girls and told him that this time if we. The way she liked it. Darling left Bumfelt lying on the sofa and made her way to the bathroom. She showered and dried herself off. She dressed and put her Smith and Wesson back on her hip. She kissed Bumfelt on the forehead. He mumbled something in a half-sleep. Darling walked to the kitchen. Took a glass from a welsh dresser and opened the fridge, looking for milk. She didn't find milk......she dropped the glass and it shattered on the floor. No milk. Three heads. "What the hell......" mumbled. Didn't your mother teach you not to swear in front of a lady?" His stowaway was a redhead, not a carrot top ... a deep magenta and she was blushing. "Granddaughter."She might have been 18 but Bill was thinking more like 16. She had that scrubbed innocence of a 1950's highschool sophomore. She was dressed like one, too. Her Levi's were NOT tight but rolled up and floppy. She had on a very large man's white shirt with rolled up sleeves and penny loafers on her feet ... with pennies."Whose grand.