MY GYM BUDDY’S WIFE
I hardly recognised Joan when we met, far from the typical suburban housewife the same age as me I was used to, she looked super glamorous for me, beautifully coiffed and made up. Even though it was only eleven in the morning she looked wonderful, killer heels, skin tight white slacks, I couldn’t help glancing at her big ass in them. and a loose black silk blouse. “Peter talks about you a lot Roger. He told me you have an awesome reputation with women. I want you to titillate me with some of your experiences, arouse me. Tell me about some of the most exciting things women have told you, compliments they have given you. Don’t hold back, you won’t shock or embarrass me. I want you to verbally turn me on,” she smiled while …