I sit there and want to go. Before I dress my BOOTS, I light to me my cigarette and then my husband catches in to irritate and cry! He would not that I want go out and that I meet my new FUCKER. With disdain I blow the smoke in his direction and discuss has no purpose and he means to me nothing more! I provoke him; look as commonly I can be! I say him: I could lick your COCK and JERK! Over and over again I move in my CIGARETTE and BLOW THE SMOKE in his direction. He is so miserable and then I show him my shining CUNT and I say him what he should do. STROKE your BALLS. AGAIN THE SMOKE! He ac... Show more