“It’s a Winnebago?” “A Minnie Winnie. It was a 25th anniversary gift from my ex, last June.” I loosely explained.“It’s Cute.” Tim chir...ped. “But not as cute as you two messing around in the corner.”“Cute, huh? What would you say if I told you she played with my tits in the bathroom about 20 minutes ago, and I felt her sexy bush? You think that’s cute you fucking man-whore?” Rachael flirted commandingly with her obviously open man, so different than my closed off, dreadful marriage. My own. I got home and things returned to normal. “How was your day love” shouted mum from the kitchen. “Fine” I shouted back. Dad looked up from his paper “yes fine for you Fiona” he said “I bet they have you down on hands and knees scrubbing floors”. I didn’t laugh. After all he was half right. I did spend a lot of time on my knees.I took Mrs Walden’s comments to memory. It seemed like a way to make Goldie give me more pleasure. But I aware that he would get frustrated if he couldn’t tie with me. I. Darrin was at work....Tabitha was asleep upstairs.....and I wasbaking cookies!That realization came too late, unfortunately, to keep those cookies frombeing burnt. I must have missed the timer while I was staring at myself inthe mirror...and the first thing I knew, I was smelling smoke. I hurried intothe kitchen (my time as Laura had helped me master the art of running inheels), but by the time I pulled the cookie sheet from the oven, all I hadwere a series of blackened circles of dough.Before. Feeling her firm, sexy body pressed against me was more than enough to achieve Penny’s desired result.“I want that in me right now,” she whispered sexily.I simply groaned softly as she ground against me, making me very uncomfortable. And she didn’t let up at all.“Just think how it would feel to slide it in and out of me,” she whispered. “Hot, tight, and dripping wet!”“You’re bad, Penny,” I groaned softly.Mercifully, the song ended and I carefully made my way to a chair and sat down.