"I'll leave you girls alone to let you fight over me," I said, placing down Selina's gift with the others next to the coffee table. "I'll be in my man... cave in the basement." I gave my wife a kiss before heading downstairs to let her do whatever women do at baby shower parties. In my den-slash-entertainment room I built in the basement I set up a big screen TV to watch sports, play video games, and movies by myself or with a couple buddies. My wife allowed me to have this small sanctum in return. ) You don't want me to be able to fuck you because you would be totally humiliated when I would discover that you are nothing but a cheap street walking whore with a worn out cunt, drooping tits with flat nipples, scrawny dirty hair, and a skinny broken down bony body working for a sleaze bag pimp.Reason 2: You really are a whore that's just barely above a skanky street walking whore and you are one of the lead whores in your pimp's string and he is one mean son of a bitch and does not tolerate. Fir maine chat per aane ka gate band kar diya ki koyi aa na sake fir main himmat kar ke bhabhi ke bagal mein ja ke let gaya bhabhi so rahi thi fir maine dheere se apna haath unke bobs par rakha jisse unki saanse tez chalne lagi, main samajh gaya ki bhabhi jaaag rahi hain fir main unke bobs aur nipple ko sahlane laga vo aur machalne lagi unki lekin fir bhi vo sone ka naatak kar rahi thi fir main ek haath se unke chut ko sahlane laga jo ab gili ho chuki thi maine kapde ke uper se hi unki chut. "Sweetie, what are you doing back here?" shakily asked Gabrielle, wondering what her daughter was doing back inside the house to begin with."You forgot to give me lunch, mommy," Emma responded.Gabrielle stood up uncomfortably as she walked into the kitchen area and started the robotic process of making a sandwich, hoping that Emma hadn't really seen enough on the screen to give it a second thought. Several seconds followed as Gabrielle made the sandwich in silence, feeling like time was slowing.