And in her specific case, it just wouldn’t be the same if there was anyone other than Caroline doing this to her, because no one else made her feel ...this hot and horny. And there was no way she would be comfortable doing this with anyone else. Not that comfortable was a great way to describe what Max was currently going through, especially as Caroline had an annoying habit of pulling her fist almost all the way out of her with every other thrust. It wasn’t just the sight and the feeling of her. I pulled another shirt up, "This one came back with a little stain, last time, Rose." I showed her the discoloration on the pale blue oxford cloth. A stain it had not had when I took it to the shop last Thursday."Oh," she said mournfully. "I fix, no charge," she snagged the shirt quickly, made a note on my order and put a special tag on the shirt, smiling all the while.I felt relieved. That had been positively painless. I knew that sometimes there could be big arguments with dry cleaners, it. I know the two of you are fooling around down here,” I said.“Hun, nothing is going on, just go back to sleep," my wife replied, as she slowly withdrew her hand from Reggie’s crotch.“I heard you talking about ‘how hard it was’ not to mention his cock has been in your hand up until a second ago,” I said.“It’s just innocent fun. Reggie told me his dick gets super hard when he’s drunk, and he dared me to feel it,” she said.“Are you serious?” I shouted.“I was curious. I swear, that’s all,” she. Katie’s a beautiful woman, at five feet and three inches tall, weighing one hundred and thirty pounds, and with naturally blonde hair and brown eyes, she looks a lot like the singer/actress, Jessica Simpson. Katie had huge, melon-sized breasts too, which were 34Fs when she was lactating, but normally 34DDs at other times. She was born and raised on a Tennessee farm, so she has a down-home charm and is vivacious and outgoing.There are a lot of names to deal with in relating this story, so I’ll.