Picking Him Up At The Airport
I arrive at the airport around 5pm to get my much-missed husband from the airport. I’m driving our large SUV. It doesn’t make sense for a childless couple to have a Tahoe, but it’s paid off and we like camping in it. After driving the airport loop three times, I finally see him in arrivals. I pull the car to the curb and hop out. I’m wearing a zip-up hoodie that doesn’t quite go below my ass, so you can see my cute butt p...