I remembered Bob, another guy Mike and I work with, introducing me to his wife, Marianne, at last year’s company Christmas party. I followed her into the kitchen and stood behind her, admiring her trim, toned ass as she opened the bottle. Indian XXX I had seen them here the night before around 7:30. I shouldered the bathroom door open. I fired up the grill. I didn’t mind that either, because it gave me time to pursue some interests of my own, hang out with the guys, or just chill at home after a rough day at work. I found an album of photos of Karen and me, and I had a good time tearing up the pictures and burning them one night in the fireplace, along with a few homemade sex videos. I think we made it a little messy,” she grinned. We got to be friends as well as lovers, and eventually decided to share an apartment. I guess I’m either a little too trusting or a little too dumb for my own good. Karen lay there crying, trying to cover herself.
