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Old 11-18-2009, 06:53 AM
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After the boys were settled in their room I had tea cooked and ready and we were all at the table by 8pm.It was general discussion as usual ,mainly aimed at our new guest asking where he grew up, how many in his family etc… It was a good little discussion which made us feel comfortable with each other. Apparently he and his family moved to America from Nigeria as refugees when he was 8 years old and was on his first year scholarship to the school. His real name is Mogeni which means ‘All about me is written in heaven’ but he changed it to Mark for the ease of pronunciation. After tea we gathered around the TV and watched a movie, before long my husband was off to bed for the early start the next morning. I was feeling a little tipsy from the glasses of wine I had so I proceeded to follow hubby hoping to catch him before he fell asleep. Im not sure what it was but I was in a different mood that night, I hoped into bed gave hubby a nudge and a few light strokes on his arm to signal this lady is in need, but all I got in return was a few grunts and groans then a few minutes silence before the snoring began. I wasn’t surprised by the reaction, hubby is usually spent by the time he comes home due to the long hours he puts in so cant blame him, this has however made our sex life pretty much non-existent. {Sigh}

The next day I awoke to find everybody gone, the boys must’ve tagged along with Bob to give him a hand around the farm. I found a note on two big piles of unwashed clothes saying....’Wash me please’ in Jacks handwriting. The nerve of those boys making me wash their clothes, lucky for them I had nothing to do. As I was skimming thru the clothes I came across a huge pair of briefs with a very loose crotch area. I knew they weren’t my sons cos his briefs were noticeably smaller, they were even bigger than my Bobs, a thought of guilt crossed my mind thinking to myself, stop looking at boys (well in this case mens sized) underwear Jean, so I quickly threw them into the wash and turned it on.
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