“Nearly done, folks. And chances were pretty good, actually, that the wife they had was all right, just like mine was all right. xnx And just as it was up, I heard familiar sounds at our back-porch door. Still wish you’d tidied up, though. Once my wife could move, I told her to go make dinner for us—nothing involving hot oil, as that might burn her skin. But it was true. “Fu-fuck,” she gasped. “Gotta clean Gunther.” She was sitting on the floor as the dog nuzzled and licked her boobs. Her shoulders dropped. With a few more keystrokes, I alerted a subset of clients. We’re ready for you. But not my wife’s body.
