“Yea, let’s twist again like we did last year.“Do you remember when things were really hummin?“Yea, let’s twist again, twistin’ time is he...e.”— Chubby Checker (1960)So why in the Lord’s name does Howard want to build us a bomb shelter, Susan wondered. Married to the man all these years and he still gets these ideas! Parade had shown our missile silos in the Dakotas, but the article just said, “undisclosed location.”Two weeks underground, according to Howard, and we’re safe from fallout. The. "Honey, I'm home" he called out as he came in the front door and dropped his suitcase on the floor. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was twenty after nine. She was in the family room reading (on the same couch where Harvey and Tony had double-teamed her) and she didn't answer. She had a fine line that she had to walk. She had to play the upset and extremely pissed off wife while at the same time not letting things get so out of hand that there would be no fucking that night. She had. My eyes widened as I enjoyed the site of her torso in nothing but a black sports bra, her upper chest heaving, her trim stomach shiny with sweat.“Geez, Riley,” I said quietly, in deference to the other passengers who had joined us on the jogging track. “You look amazing.”“Thanks, Mark. See, you’re not the only one who likes to show off a little,” she said, giggling.Again, she raced away laughing when I pretended to grab her.For the third time in the last 2 minutes, I glanced at my phone to. I stuck two fingers inside of her, deep, pulled them out, and gave her a taste of her own juices. “How is it?” I asked. She sucked on my fingers some more. “Hmmm, why don’t you just find out yourself?” She said with a smile, as she backed up and slid her panties off. My dick jumped in my briefs as I gazed between her legs.I got closer in between her legs and inspected the masterpiece. Her labia were engorged fully, as well as her clit. Her entire area was shaved, not a hair in sight. Her pussy.