When she started pulling out homework sheets, I stopped her. Marshall. In practical terms, this means one or two nights a week, she works the “shit shift”, 12am to 12pm. “Ahh,” I said, patting the seat beside me. I spoke with a few clients, set up a meeting for next week, and scheduled some in-office time for later this week. “Maddie, honey, it’ll be fine.” She tried to protest, but I wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her bare midriff a squeeze. It took us both two trips, despite my best efforts to be the king of grocery transportation, and we both ended up in the garage when it was over. They were burning warm, soft and sweaty. “Mike… the garage door is still open. As she dug around the trunk for canned goods, her ass was sticking out, stretching her rose-colored medical scrubs to their limit I saddled up behind her, leaning against her firm backside. Her voice was not in the mood, but her hips started to push back against my rapidly hardening
