Her rule. I knew I might get a handjob out of it if I played my cards right. She was drinking Fireball liquor with RumChada. Her drink was in a cup wi...th a lid and each time she would drink some I would top it back off when she wasn’t looking. She drank the most she ever had....liquor drunk. Let me describe my wife. Her pics are in my profile. She is in her 40s...petite frame...huge natural DD saggy tits that look milk filled every day. They are full. The worst thing is she never ever wears a. She kissed me on the forehead and said "Goodnight", andgot up to leave."Wait," I said. "You don't have to leave yet." OK," she said, and sat down on the bed beside me. She put a hand on myleg, and rubbed it a bit, smiling down at me, brushing a hair out of myface. I felt warm and cozy and taken-care of. It was a very pleasant andsoothing sensation."Can I read you a story?" she asked. "I'd enjoy that, I haven't had alittle child in my care in so long. Don't worry, I don't have to tell. A tall girl, robust but shapely in her mid30`s, fair of hair but not the prettiest of women it must be said, her face in addition furrowed by the worries of the last two years terrible occurrences’ Pam brewed the inevitable tea, the men being out on the farm somewhere working it was an ideal time to chat, and like 99% of all women chat they did, catching up by working through the usual subjects of family, fixing the countries problems, finance and finally, fornication! It was the last that. . Is that okay?" Yeah," I nodded. "Sure, it's okay." Good," he smiled warmly. "We'll see you then, Jenna."I spent much of the day thinking about that invitation. It had sounded a little strange maybe, but not too much. One thing about Rochester, being the home of the Mayo Clinic and all, was that there were an awful lot of smart people running around from a lot of different places. A literary club sounded completely reasonable to me anyway. I knew they had them in cities like New York and.