Neighborly SwapChapter 8 Home Again Again
Once Brenda got home from work, and I told her of my eventful afternoon, she was eager for an after-action report. I recounted the foregoing, and Brenda, getting into the spirit of the narrative, stripped and drew me to bed. I try not to be stupid, too frequently, and joined her in nakedness. Brenda swooped upon my reltney, and, having conducted her taste test, confronted me. “I thought you had your way with the neighbor women? How come I cannot taste them on you?” “Well, once I had taken...