“Don’t you dare soil my shorts,” said Joan. Indian porn sex Certainly, the panties were not for Joan—they were much to
large for her, and as we approached the check out counter it struck
me that perhaps she intended for me to wear them! Now take your pee pee and tuck it
between your legs so it will look like you have no prick at all and
a little cunt there. Beginning today, I expect a call from you at the
office around noon every day when you can tell me what you are
fixing for dinner. Anyway, not long after I married Joan, I began playfully
patting her on the bottom whenever I got the
opportunity—sometimes while she was on top while we were fucking,
sometimes just as we were doing things around the house, and
frequently, after my retirement last year, as she dressed in the
morning to go to work while I prepared to head off to the golf
course. As a matter of fact, that was one of the items on the agenda at
K-mart, but it was not the only one. “Count them out you little shit,” said Joan.
