I came out with my white tank top that said, "Unwrap Me"...a tank top that screams, "I didn't really need to spend $29.50 on a Kfed wannabe tshirt" but I did...but in my great defense, I bought the shirt three years ago for my first Christmas Party.

The point I'm try to make is that my breasts strain against the shirt, my nipples darken the whiteness and make it impossible to go without a bra. I heaved them, I sucked in as much as humanly possilble so that the washtub looked a little more washboard. I got...
"They better not lose to the worst team in the league."

In other new...
John's pretty much the most attentive lover I'ver ever met ( the words attentive and lover make me want to gag...but I didn't want to say that he picked me up and spread my thighs across our bar...but that's what you wanted to hear, isn't it? You sick bastards)
I know plenty 'bout sexing...
I know nearly nuthin' 'bout football...

I will learn.

That bastard (known as my husband) stole my NFL virginity...willingly...
Next year, I'm totally going to blow him out of the water in his fantasy football league.

Good luck Johnny. Good fucking luck.