Thanks.Okay. Hey?Mmhmmm.Listen, none of my business, but ... well, David told me stuff that ... I never thought to ever ask. If ... well, can I ask yo... something? You can refuse to answer if you want.I doubt I'll do that. What is it?Well, no Cindy, right?No, not for a couple of weeks.Yeah. So ... well, you don't have ... someone else?No. Not in any hurry, either.Okay. So then ... not sure how to ask.Oh, where is this going?It's just ... well, do you masturbate?That sounds very clinical.Jerk. So she spends time with her friend who is about to come to see a movie with her.I told her I liked your simplicity and she has a good style of dress code and how well she carries herself.She felt happy and started smile.I kept in admiring her beauty and was expressing her how unlucky the guy is that she can leave such a beautiful women and be away from her and told her if I would be have been her better half I would be working in the same city and be with her forever never leave her and go and. It was almost two in the morning by the time I got home. I used my key to let myself in and when I walked into the house I walked in on an altogether too familiar scene.My mother was a slut, a whore, a fuck pig, a round-heeled tramp, a bar floozy, take your pick, but the bottom line was that she was an easy piece of ass and had been for as long as I had been old enough to know what she was doing. When I first found out, at an early age, I didn't know any better and I just thought that it was. "Ron instantly remembered his scantily clad wife sitting on the couch. The three other hoodlums shoved Ron toward her."Well look at the little lady," said the leader. "All dressed up for a night of fucking with hubby, hmmm?"Lindsey had been silent throughout the whole ordeal. She had made no attempt to cover herself and her nipples now stood out a good half-inch. Ron assumed it was the shock and fear of the whole escapade."Answer me bitch, were you going to fuck your husband tonight?" Yes. It's.