I always knew you had an ass, but yeah it's bigger than I thought," I replied, checking out her huge booty more blatantly, "What are your measurements... these days?" Funny you would ask that. I just had them taken yesterday. 36 - 26 - 56," she smirked. She twirled around and began to walk toward me, her thick thighs jiggled with every slow step.My mouth gaped open again, only this time a little wider."56?! 56 inches?!" I asked trying to confirm."Did I stutter, Mr. Cameron?" she replied with a. If my penis or her vagina were too dirty to lick, I couldn't imagine what she would have said about the concept of my inserting my penis into her anus.Yet, even plain vanilla missionary position sex was better than no sex at all, and that was what I was getting recently. In fact, one of the things that hurt so much was that when a wife denies her husband sex and the intimacy of foreplay, it is telling him that in some profound way, she doesn't love him. At least, not anymore.In the marriage. So yeah, go by the pizza place. Have them make us a pizza. Then bring it home and cook it. It's your night to be kitchen bitch and we have all night to ourselves. And get us a movie too." She slowly began to rise up and down. Their conversation seemed to be drawing to a close. Then she surprised all three of them. "Hey honey," she said with a wicked smile. "Do you still have any of those Viagra samples?" A pause. "No? Awww…too bad." She smiled at her lover as husband and wife exchanged some. He pulled into the only business in town he knew was open, The Busy Bee Cafe and parked in the nearly empty parking lot. Carl, the owner, had sent his last waitress home two days earlier, but he was determined that he was not going to shut down. Since he had been manning the counter and the grill...not that he had much business other than Sheriff Mullins."Morning, Frankie," Carl said as he stepped inside. The owner was leaning against the counter watching the Today Show on television. "What can.