S m ister Wife Part 3
Bob came back an hour later reeking of beer. Carol fussed over him while I finished the steak dinner we were making for him. The smell made my mouth water. Carol and I were to just have a salad. Bob says we must keep our slim figures, she told me. As I put his dinner in front of him, he felt up my ass. He slapped it as I returned to the kitchen. Later that night as Bob watched a baseball game Carol had me sit at a table away from the TV. She gave me my first lesson on...