Anal WifeChapter 12 Home Sweet Home
"What's the sour puss for, baby?" asked Charley Bunker as he scooped up a forkful of mashed potatoes. "You look like some one smacked you around." He cut himself a piece of steak while he swallowed down the potato. "I'm horny," said Susan, nibbling lightly at the remains of her salad. "I'm so fucking frustrated you wouldn't believe it." She waited for Charley to say something. But he was already chewing on his steak meat and getting ready to cut off some more. "Didn't you hear...