“God yes.”“You like that, honey?”“I love it,” she moaned. “More. Please, honey... more.”With a cocky grin, Philip sped up slightly. Th...ey’d been having so much sex lately, he was lasting longer than ever before - which was good, because all his wife ever wanted was more.On Sunday, after dropping his daughter off to the skate park, Philip decided to call his wife.“That’d be great,” she said. “Oh honey, you’re such a sweetheart.”“If you’re going to be working all weekend, I figure I can at least. The thought of some ‘hair-of-the-dog-that-bit-me’, sounded like just the ticket to make my recovery complete. Five minutes later, I strolled through the door of the bar as if I owned the joint.Twyla, the older lady bartender, shot me a smile as I walked through the door. I’m guessing the twenty dollar tip I gave her yesterday had something to do with that. My cheeks had barely hit the seat of my newly favorite barstool, than she was sliding a shot glass of JD and a tumbler of ice water in front. Over the years I had developed the habit of many women with large breasts of pulling something over them when I notice eyes glancing at them. The act of reaching down and pulling a sweater or jacket closed has become such second nature to me that I found it difficult to stop the action even now as I faked my sleeping state. Instead I allowed the person I hoped was Greg to gaze upon my large breasts without resistance. I almost let a slight whimper escape as the covers were slowly removed from. “Since he acts like a naughty little boy that needs to be spanked, I have him keep himself shaved so he looks like a little boy.” My wife answered. “Show Kathy your nice little butt that is about to be spanked.” I felt embarrassed, but I turned so Kathy could see my butt better. “Go ahead and feel him, he has a nice firm spankable butt.” My wife said.Then I felt Kathy’s exploring hands on my butt. “Clyde, step out of your pants so you can spread your legs for Kathy, and she can feel you.