I can’t go back to just fucking my husband. Tell me how it was” he said. Let’s just do a classic white thong. We always thought that marriage would get in the way of us having fun, and so we decided that we would all stay single and party for the rest of our days.” He took another pause. He said only one word I knew what to do: “NOW.”
I swiftly pulled my soaking wet thong off, threw it in the backseat hopped on Rodney’s beastly Rod. I need to do this. It’s all right, Rodney’s a friend. Not gonna happen, babe. My husband loved showing me off to his friends they requested that I show off my body in little skirts, tiny dresses and low-cut tops. One shot, two shots, three and four. Hope you had fun. There was a long, deafening silence and pause in the air as my husband studied me. Once I was satisfied with the result, I walked over to my closet to pick out an outfit.
