“Come on, baby, fuck me hard and let me tell the neighbors how good you are.” I dropped my shorts, and standing behind her, I put my dick at her p...ussy entrance and drove it in. “Oh, God, baby, your big shaft feels so good! Do me some more!” She looked around at me and in a much lower voice said, “It was good but do you think they can hear me?” “They probably heard you across town.“ That’s the way it went for the next ten minutes, really good sex, with her giving commentary at the top of her. My wife kind of set the schedule for dinner. She got in, got changed, and then served what I’d prepared. It worked out really well most of the time. Unless she was late, like yesterday.The sauce to go with the meatballs had been a challenge. Usually if the element is turned up too high, I reduce the heat and cover the sauce. There’s always a few splatters on the stove to clean up after dinner, but I found out today that the splatters make a big difference when I’m not wearing a shirt.“Hi, boy,”. ” Sighing, Serena decided that she was a first class loser, “A dweeb, is a person who is a complete dork that can‘t seem to keep a hold of her brain for more than a minute at a time. I,” she pointed at herself, “am the dweeb, and you,” she pointed at him, “are the reason I lost my brain.” “Am I now?” He spoke slowly. Serena wondered if he were trying to think of a way to avoid the crazy American woman for the duration of the cruise. Then he shifted closer to her, his voice dropping to a low. . maybe too loving? My wife Tina and I moved to California right after college. We were married two weeks after our graduation, and with blessings, we had a pair of twins the next year. Our daughter, Kelli, has just turned seventeen, along with her brother Dave.Let me tell you a bit about each of us. I’m an ex-jock: B- ball, tennis, and swimming are my favorites. I have been able to keep my physique (with lots of work) now that I have a desk job, but the workouts that Tina puts me through in.