Well probably more accurately, my entire life has been a mid-life crisis, even before it was my mid-life.
The other evening, Wifey and I were at Lucky’s, a local bar/restaurant, with another couple having breakfast after a house party. Vegas is somewhat unusual in the fact that they have tons of small combination bar, restaurant, and gambling spots. They are similar to Denny’s or IHop except they cater to people who drink and gamble.
Anyway we’re sitting around a 4-top and notice another couple in the corner playing kissy face. The guy was in his 40’s and the girl was probably about 10 years younger. I’m not much of a judge of guys but he wasn’t too bad. The girl was pretty hot, with nice legs and a short skirt. She had on a bra, which deducts 10 points automatically from my hotness scale.
Well probably more accurately, my entire life has been a mid-life crisis, even before it was my mid-life.
Some call me a pervert for preying on your hotwife but I’m a saint compared to some people in Las Vegas. At least if I’m going to screw you, you’ll get to watch!
You Want To Do What To My Wife??
I’m reading the news and run across an article about what women shouldn’t wear as they get out of their 20’s. Surprise, everything I like is on the list of no-no’s. I find that if a women is not a 20’s something hottie, she shouldn’t wear Daisy Dukes, wife-beater t-shirts, Mini-skirts, stripper shoes, or “gasp” go braless.
I’m reading the news and run across an article about what women shouldn’t wear as they get out of their 20’s. Surprise, everything I like is on the list of no-no’s. I find that if a women is not a 20’s something hottie, she shouldn’t wear Daisy Dukes, wife-beater t-shirts, Mini-skirts, stripper shoes, or “gasp” go braless.
This morning I was at a local fast food restaurant as Wifey doesn’t exist before 9 AM and that’s iffy at best.
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