A toogood to be true wifey   whod really want one  or husband for that matter 

                                                                                      Fetch my slippers, my tobackey and corncob, we’ll smoke together, hurry, fetch girlie, fetch.

when she returned hed pat her head pat pat Thas a good girlie, such a good girl pat pat so good pat such a fine bitch, I wouldn’t have another. 

                           he thought his comment through 

he lied nay misspoke  embellished got carried awaygot ridiculous of course hed have another  an anotheras would she  thought Variety, wifey, it the spice of life. Varietals. Various delicious vagrants who grant accessexcess, grant ddelights cupped together thumbs under fingers aside, an offering, verily a banquet, not quit till every inch of skin is surveyed, touched, tonguetickled, sucked, lapped, tugged, twisted, poked, eyelashlashed to within an inchNo . . lesser . of the pleasure to rock her loins.

she returned

              But a moment wifey . . please pack and light my pipe. 

                                                                        he felt his face 

felt the glasses pinch his nose readers to see  goggles to ogle small printfine print bane of his existence

                                                                                                              though also she readers see-throughs xrays peekaboos agog aglance astarehysterical Ohme ohmy Heel lad heel, pull back. he thinks

the pipe litsmoking it she blowsbreathes cross his face it curls fancifully roundly  curvaceouscurlicues 

                                                                                                            Pipe? my love.  she grounds him

 

   Ey.

       Thank you, my beauty, my girlie, my wifey.

she pinches his cheek 

                        Can read yer mind donfool yourself, lovey, I’m plenty for ye, allya can handle. Pity men, so full of themselvescant do two things at one yet think they think they can pleasure two women at one.  Ah, given suchprospect better yelie back anleave us to ourselves pleasure each other whileye look on . . likely tuggin yer flesh.

she took the pipe from between his teethtook a puff blew the smoke

                                                                       Yehear me hubby?  I spoilye for reasons ye donundarstand.

Ey.  I hear you. 

                   Thank you for go for my pipe. 

she slipped it between his lips

                                 My pleasure, lovey.

          

2040,  Day-between-Two-Ts, 21  9. 22

1037,  Twosday,  6  12. 22 

Grouper  A I A: Alien Observer  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBX5rDszspM