Debra's Dilemma
Debra ran into her bedroom and slammed the door behind her. She looked in the mirror and took in the image. She was stuffed into a tight black miniskirt and a bright read top cut so low that her giant tits literally spilled out of the shirt. She let out an impassioned "Oh my God!" as she realized how slutty she must have looked at the PTA meeting. "Great, we're going to have to move now." She said out loud to no one.
Disgusted with the outfit and how much trouble it caused, Debra pulled her top off over her head and threw it angrily into the corner of the room. "Stupid husband. He is so dead", she muttered as she laid on her back and struggled to squeeze that tight black leather skirt over her hips and off her body. She kicked the skirt high into the air. She lay on the bed for a moment rethinking the last fifteen minutes. She was furious with Ray for telling her that the women in the PTA had been talking behind her back about how "age-inappropriate" she dressed. And, she was even more furious with herself for believing the story and dressing like a "hoochie mama" at the PTA meeting. She remembered the looks of complete and total shock from her friends as she pranced around the room like Erin Brokovich meets Pamela Anderson. She especially remembered offering Lillian's husband dip and practically smothering him with her cleavage as she bent over him. "I am so kicked out of the PTA", Debra gasped.
In retrospect now, although Ray was a world class A hole for making up the ridiculous story - she was somehow flattered by the reason he gave for making up the story.
"I don't know, I guess I'm just jealous. You're so hot. And I'm so - not."
"You really think I'm hot?" Debra responded.
"Yes."
"Well, thanks... ...I guess." Debra said, breaking a smile.
"Now's the part where you say I was wrong about saying I'm not hot." Ray said.
"You are hot. You know some of the PTA women say you're the best looking husband." Debra said as she straightened his collar.
"That's nice. Which ones?"
"Raymond." Debra warned.
"I'm sorry; it's been a long day. I can give you until tomorrow. You can just email me a list."
Debra ignored him and said, "It's just sometimes I like to dress sexy. I like it when people notice that I've "still got it", you know what I mean?"
"I know." Trust me, you still got it. Whenever you come by the basketball courts and drop off my lunch & you're all dressed up - the guys all remind me that you've still got it."
"Really? They all think I've still got it?"
"Yep, you still got it and they'd like to get it. Especially, Gianni.
"Gianni says I'm hot?" Debra asked casually.
"Trust me, if he wasn't such a good free thrower - I'd throw him off the team."
"Wow. See, you could tell me that once in awhile." Debra playfully slaps Ray on the shoulder.
"Why? You think he's hot?"
"It's not that at all. It's just that he's the only one of your friends who's still single. It's just nice to hear that a guy who dates 25 year olds finds someone my age attractive. You could tell me these things once in awhile."
"Why, so you could think about them when you're doing the spin cycle?" Ray said with a hurt tone.
"Maybe, but I'll let you in on a secret. The sexier I feel, the more action you get."
Really? Because Barry said you had a perfect onion. Then there's Craig, that day you wore the tank top without a bra he said that "your boobs should be bronzed..."" Ray tried to continue, but Debra grabbed his hand and led him down the hall. Then, she dropped to her knees and ripped down Ray's zipper.
Out of Ray's pants plopped out a bright purple soldier. Even though Ray wasn't ready for this encounter, his dong was swelling up fast. "..And, I saw the paper boy checking out your ass when you were pulling weeds last week."
"Really? He was looking at my ass? How did it look?" Debra said playfully as she welcomed Ray's now rock hard shaft down her throat. She took it all the way down immediately while yanking on Ray's balls.
"You looked good. You were wearing those short-shorts."
"Which short-shorts?" Debra asked before she slurped up Ray's big fat chubby again. She pressed her face into Ray's soft belly by grabbing both of his ass cheeks greedily.
"The one's I thought were Allie's." Ray answered.
"As Debra worked Rays' cock with only the perfection achieved by sucking the same cock for fifteen years, she looked up and smiled in recognition. She dragged her lips up Ray's throbbing shlong. "Oh, those shorts. Were they too short?"
"Let me just put it this way, my Dad had to use his medic alert bracelet." Ray quipped.
"Debra really started to crank up the stroking speed as she asked... "You don't think your Dad really checks me out sometimes do you?"
"No, not sometimes. All the time. Face it; he's a dirty old man."
"Really?" Debra asked with heightened curiosity as she worked that head to a sloppy lather.
"Why, you thinking about what you're going to get him for his birthday?" Ray joked.