wifefuck

I was reading, when John, my husband, swore as our motor home started to slow. I looked out the front window and saw the line of traffic slowing ahead of us, then stopping. All three lanes of the interstate were stopped. “Aww fuck, just what we need, some god damn traffic jam!” John muttered. It was July, and the weather was starting to get very warm. Since I am a 27-year-old high school Phys-ed teacher, I naturally get the summer months off, also. My body has stayed in the same trim shape I had in...

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