“Her?” my husband asked, his sexy, manly face smiling roguishly, those gray-rimmed eyes of his piercing my soul while simultaneously sending erotic tingles to my clit. “That’s easy. She was masturbating right before she came here.”“Really?”“Yes. It’s obvious. Note the...
filthy talk
Help Me, Help You
"When the neighbours’ daughter grates on his very last nerve, will he show mercy?"
Being sick of my neighbours’ constant screw-ups was an understatement. From the idiot husband calling me the wrong name for the past three years, to the dotish wife’s trees growing over my fence.Believe me, there was much more than that....