Marisa sat down on the couch and let Jack feed. If
things didn’t change soon, she was going to take things
into her own hands and buy a dildo or something. The
sounds of lovemaking that started coming from next door
did little to improve her mood. “Come on Grant,” said
Candace’s voice. “That’s it baby fuck me. Give it to me.
NO! Slow down. Not yet, honey. Please? Just hold it
still. OH DAMN!”

The sounds stopped entirely and Marisa suddenly had a
good idea of why Flex called Grant, Minute Man. Well at
least their sex life wasn’t perfect either.

Her magic breasts did their job and put Jack back to
sleep. She was laying him back down in the crib when she
heard Flex’s motorcycle. She walked over to the window.
The large black man walked up to the courtyard and sat
down in one of the chairs. She had half expected to see
some bimbo on the back of his bike, but he was alone.
Flex rolled a joint and leaned back in the chair,
smoking it and staring up at the stars. Marisa went back
to her husband and struggled to pull him higher up in
the bed. She half heatedly played with his dick again,
but it remained limp. Frustrated, the young wife crawled
into bed beside her husband and went to sleep.