The ‘I don’t give a fuck kind of attitude!’“ chef fancy a walk round to the shops for lunch “ she whispered in my ear as her free hand grabb...ed my hard cock through my chef whites. I was busy chopping lettuce as I nearly chopped my hand off... I just smiled back at her as she slowly started pulling at my love pump. As she placed the two glasses she had bought up from the restaurant onto the side. She slowly turned to pick up a knife that had fallen off the side. Letting go off my throbbing. " Charlie suggested."God, I am so fucked! Maybe I should go sleep it off." Oh, no, no, no, Barbara!" Charlie insisted. "I wish you would believe that you are Barbie, Barbra Simpson's niece. I wish that you would strip naked and believe you are wearing a really sexy dress. And I wish you would want to crank up the music and dance wild, crazy and slutty."Barbie blinked, confused about what had just happened. She stripped off the old lady clothes and discovered she was wearing a sparkly red top. But before she got to Aileen the sleaze was giving her another lecture. I couldn't see Aileen's eyes or where they were looking because of the sunglasses she had on, but she was vigorously shaking her head. From his gestures it was apparent that the sleaze was not happy about the blouse or the sarong.However at that instant Helen arrived and the words, "Fuck off, arsehole," if nothing else, were plainly audible to everyone on that deck."Looks like my wife is angry," John quietly commented to. I laughed and the flirting and foreplay began. We drank and parited together throughout the night and when the bar was to close, she asked me for a ride to her place. I readily complied and once I got to her fancy house, she asked me in. I once again readily complied, and knew what was about to ensue. We quickly went downstairs without much noise to escape the possibility of her parents hearing. She took me into her room and began coming on to me. We started to kiss passionately, as I gropped.