When I was stationed in Connecticut, I met a big Italian guy who really REALLY liked my wife. She kept telling me, I don't want anyone else in this relationship. We already had two k**s, so she was scared. But at one point she was acting like a cunt, and I gave him a call. We lived at the end of a suburban community, woods on three sides. No one can hear you scream. Tony was the village handyman, a big dude, six foot four or so. Contractor with a van full of tools. And he really, REALLY liked Juicy. Redheaded housewife. She had been a cunt for about a month, so I called him. He said, I'… Read more