“I blew my own toe. Milf sex . . “You all right?”
“Uh-huh,” I said. He showed me the screen. Then fondled the other one. Mike looked at his phone, then laughed. I know he liked it when I stared at him while I blew him. “You know I hate pink.”
“Yeah, but cows love pink. I wanted a tail, too. You’re having a great time.”
Well, of course I was having a great time. Or maybe I could get them to stuff Janine’s dreads up my ass. This was horrible, the worst thing I’d ever felt. My shaking arms buckled and I banged my head against the bowl. It was slow going. . . “All right. Yeah—yeah, mine’s done. Mike, my husband, was on our couch, reading.
