I had fallen out with my wife, an argument over nothing but had escalated probably unnecessarily as we both gave each other the silent treatment.It ha...d been nearly 4 weeks since I last had sex, and my balls were busting. The hot summer days didn't help.I was working installing timber decking in the garden of a rather well to do lady, fit, early forties and a great body but such a shitty attitude.She insisted on laying in the garden semi clad and watched as I workedA bit of a bitch really she. Max had sent one dozen yellow roses and one red rose to her. She left the roses at her office and drove home. She knew it was going to be a sex-filled evening.She just had no idea what was in store for her. This was the one day that she let her husband do whatever he liked sexually. She always gave him sex, but only in the missionary position. Max was fine with that. Sex is sex but not on Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day is hot lovemaking with no boundaries.Max was already home. Katie parked. "Jill couldn't suppress a giggle. She covered her mouth with her hand. "I'm sorry, Josephine. I apologize for laughing, but if you'll pardon me for saying so, I think you're a 'character.' You've been watching too many late movies on the tube, I'm afraid." Maybe so, maybe so. Take it for what it's worth," she answered with a shrug. "But if I was you, I'd be very, very careful. Don't mind me buttin' in, willya? I'll go make the tea." There was an ominous tone of foreboding in her voice that made. . My sister, oh, my sister. The debutante, herself involved in college sports, gymnastics, as well as dance, ballet, which explains her flawless hourglass form, her goddess body of perfect, chiseled proportions.Not that I see her much, though, because, until recently, she’s rarely been home, and has grown up in boarding schools, specialized talent summer camps. But when I have seen her, ever since I recall, she’s been a stuck-up bitch, a fucking cunt, looking down on me, sticking up her nose,.