I almost started to laugh when Ginny said, “Piggy, piggy, piggy,” to Amber.
It was almost three p.m. when Vicki and I returned home from the grocery store. After we put everything away, the two of us changed into a t-shirt and a comfy pair of shorts. Well, I should mention that Vicki didn’t put on a normal t-shirt, oh no, she put one of her custom made (by her), sexy as hell underboob t-shirts. After all, she is my ‘Sex Goddess’ when she wants to be, and lately,...Read On