A few Saturdays ago, Ryan was invited to watch UFC 182, Jon Jones v. Daniel Cormier, at his friend’s house. Because of a prior commitment with our little ones, I wasn’t able to go. This was a very highly anticipated fight for Ryan, so I told him to go and to call me if he got bored or if he wanted to say hi. The preliminary fights started at 7:00 p.m. and the house was an hour away. He was bringing drinks, so he knew he had to leave about 5:30 so that he can stop by the liquor store and get provisions.
4 o’clock rolled around and he hopped in the shower to get ready. Meanwhile I went to the kitchen to pre-heat the oven for pizza. I set it to 455 degrees fahrenheit. It called for 450 degrees, but I was too lazy to hit the minus button on the oven to make it exact. I’ve never known a frozen pizza to burn because of five degrees.
20 minutes later, Ryan is ready and I put the pizza into the oven. We all flock to Ryan in the kitchen to say good-bye to him and to shower him with hugs and kisses, but I’m not ready for him to go yet. I touch his crotch and told him that I wanted to fuck him. I pull him into the room and start to undo his pants. “Damn, girl! You just had it! You want it again?”
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