I don’t remember giving you a permission to wear panties. So how are you going to explain that?
Having prepared her for her newlywed husband the bridesmaids left for a drink, still giggling
She’s asking for it. Again.
Actually, honey, I can’t cook. But I don’t think you’ll be disappointed with what’s for dinner.
Something told you your secretary wasn’t in the mood for paperwork.
Do you have time to fuck me again before you go back to that meeting?