Oh, and she wanted me to stop selling at flea markets.Some guys can take that. I can't. I don't sit around telling my woman how to live. I expect my w...oman to not go around telling me how the fuck to live. Is that too much to ask? I don't think it is.If I work hard, and make the bulk of the money, and without taking anything important away from her, I want to enjoy a $50,000 car on my commute to work, is that too much to ask? I mean, I make over a quarter of a million bucks a year. She makes. It was pretty hot today so you decided to wear a short light dress, showing off your lightly tanned legs. Underneath sporting some comfortable lingerie and cute sandals on your feet.We’ve bought a nice bottle of Italian wine with 2 glasses in the supermarket near the restaurant where we had our dinner. The sun would go down in about an hour so people were starting to pack up and go home to their cars and hotels. We noticed a nice secluded spot between the tall grass in the dunes. I unzip my. “Tad,” my little sister panted. “Oh, my god, it was fun, but we can't do that again at school.”“Why not?” I asked her. “It was hot.”She bit her lip. “I don't want to get caught. You're not Clint. We'll get in trouble. I just know it. I love you, and I don't want anything to ruin what we have.”“Will you do anal?” I asked her, my hand sliding down her back.“Yes,” she moaned as I cupped her ass. She pressed her tits against me. “I will. Just let's get out of here. A janitor or someone could walk. He said he would gladly let me use the dog, but he had to be there too. I had my wife blindfolded and than I got her on her knees and tied her wrists to her ankles. This put her in the doggy position with her ass high in the air. I then put some honey in and around her pussy to get the dog to lick her real good. When Mike brought over his dog we let him go to work with his long tongue and it wasn’t before long that my wife was beginning to get off on this. She started moaning — so I.