Trad Wife: Fine Dining
An Outdoor Dinner Is Served... With Plenty Of Finger Food
When I made it back outside, Ginger was on the professor’s lap, wiggling her too-perfect bottom all over his groin. Her husband, Ben, was copping a feel of her full, round breasts through the bikini top. At that moment, I realized that despite my mental justifications, blaming the edibles and copious amounts of alcohol, I’d let Ben finger me the night we met because I was strongly attracted to him. My lusty desire didn’t...