She looked at me and asked, “Does your wife have a douche bag? Sex She dropped like a rag doll. She was naked and she was too drunk to talk or stand. I was in a bad mood so I picked her up and pushed her back onto our couch. You see my wife had gotten pregnant with another man’s baby while I was out of the country on a business assignment for three months. Besides I guess I owe you that much for drinking your beer.”
I said, “So you knew all along?”
Stacey smiled and replied, “No! When I pulled into the driveway and got out of my car I heard my back door slam and I saw a boy go running across my backyard. I wanted to fuck her until I had had enough. I don’t mind. She looked at me and asked, “Does your wife have a douche bag? I dug out another twelve and restocked the fridge. As we walked up the stairs Stacey said, “I drank all of your beer, well at least half of them. She parted her legs and let her arms to fall to the sides.
