Norma glanced out the window for the up-teenth time—still no Troy. Back to the bathroom, she assured every detail was just right. ‘I still look good for thirty nine, if I so say so myself,’ she thought. Her lime green bikini under her tropical patterned cover-up brought out her red hair and green eyes perfectly. Back before he let himself go to pot, before his impotence, this type outfit always brought her husband, Bill’s, cock to full attention. Two years and counting—still he refused to get help. Today she was taking the bull by the horns—if she didn’t chicken out.
The only alcohol available was the cheap red wine the doctor ordered Bill to drink before bedtime, but while she never drank before she’d already had two glasses and now she poured herself another. Where was Troy?
She’d realized last year Troy had a crush of her, and the longer she went without, the more tempted she was to respond to the supposedly teen age Lothario’s advances. Well, today he was no longer jail bait and she asked him over to celebrate his becoming legal. Now where the heck was he? She sipped on her wine and checked once again; still no Troy.
Disappointed she decided to start the pool party without the little asshole—stand her up, will he? She’d show him!
Since she was over half through her glass, she decided to pour another before she settled down with her romance novel. If she couldn’t do it, she’d just read about it.
The pool’s deck seemed to waver as she went for a refill, but she made it without spilling too much. Back to her book, the heroine was just kissing the hero’s giant cock and Norma’s fingers had just found her magic spot when she heard, “Hey Momma, need help?”