My wife was cheating on me? Julie’s tits were definitely bigger than Jessica’s. Julie had a sexier body, and after years of marriage it felt taboo to be with someone other than Jessica but Julie was similar enough that my conscious was small, drowned out, hardly hanging on. It was clear she had thought of a devilish plan. “Trust me, she’ll care,” Julie beamed. “You didn’t do a single thing I didn’t want you to do,” Julie cooed. The stupid container seemingly smiled at me. Her smile was maniacal and twisted although sexy at the same time. Instead of asking questions, my mind completely shut down. The shirt was from way before Julie was pregnant and anyone could tell by the way it was stretched tight around her growing tits and failed to reach more than an inch or two past them. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. You can get back at her, hurt her more than she hurt you.
