The commission check will be pretty good this month. There’s unemployment. We’ve got some savings,” Max said.“It won’t go far,” Marylou sa...id.“It will go far enough,” Max replied. He scrubbed his face with his hands.Marylou said, “I saw the video from the bar on the news last night.”“One of my better moments,” Max said. He looked over his shoulder at his wife to see her reaction.“I almost didn’t recognize you,” Marylou said. “I didn’t know you could be like that.”“Like how?”“Violent. You were. That changed when she entered the 104 degree water of the hot tub.Sheryl sat approximately 90 degrees from where I sat, so our heads were cocked to make eye contact. We talked about a bunch of things, including the work for the next day. Since the hot tub was not as deep as I like, I slipped off the bench and flexed my knees - immersing myself up to my neck. I duck-waddled over to where Sheryl sat and got pretty close. She did not ask me to give her some space.As I held my position, I was able. “Oops! I meant to mark eight, but my hand made a seven.” Her eyes narrowed and sparkled at him.“Wait, Holy Father has eight boxes of these?”“Oh, no, he has twenty-eight. Well, twenty-seven, now.”He tore open the first box and spilled out a number of individually wrapped chocolate-y bars on the floor. He offered one to her, but she shook her head. He pulled out a bar and took a huge bite. “Uuungh… Why can’t we have these?” he said, sputtering flakes of peanut-buttery wafer. “Seriously, so. He pulled his cock back and I started getting a few more breathes. He pulled out of my mouth and leaned over and kissed me. Then he said he would like to fuck my throat with his cock all the way in if it was alright. I told him to go for it. He stood straight up again and I took in another breath and put my hands on his ass and he jammed his entire length into my throat. He was still for a second and then he leaned over and had his hands on each side of my waist and started to hammer my.