My husband is so inept. He can't do anything right. Ask him to unload the dishwasher, and he breaks a dish; ask him to clean a toilet, and he stops it up; ask him to sniff my feet, and he gets snot on them; give him permission to stroke off to my pantyhose soles BUT tell him NOT to cum on them, or else, and what does he do? He shoots off all over them. Well he was warned. If he didn't follow my simple instructions I would grow into a giantess and chase him all over the house, toy with him, and then pin him under my giant feet until he begs to be restored to my good graces. But I've had enough....

My husband is so inept. He can't do anything right. Ask him to unload the dishwasher, and he breaks a dish; ask him to clean a toilet, and he stops it up; ask him to sniff my feet, and he gets snot on them; give him permission to stroke off to my pantyhose soles BUT tell him NOT to cum on them, or else, and what does he do? He shoots off all over them. Well he was warned. If he didn't follow my simple instructions I would grow into a giantess and chase him all over the house, toy with him, and then pin him under my giant feet until he begs to be restored to my good graces. But I've had enough. Revenge is mine. And I'm in no mood to forgive and forget.