Date night.
I tell Ann to remove her thong.We had been married for little over two years, Ann would have been about twenty-eight, and we had our first child. Despite her encounters, I assure you it was all my own work and I have a story about conceiving the second one. Our sex life had not slowed, it had improved now she was able to again be the slut she was previously. So, we were out on date night and had gone to a Beefeater. We had finished our meal and I told...
