All parties are 18 and above.
No virus was spread in this recounting
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It's Monday, again. At least I believe it is. It's really getting hard to tell anymore.
Except for the occasional grocery/booze/ice cream run, we haven't left the property since the stay at home order.
I think that was 75 days ago. I'm not 100% sure on the day count; somewhere around the end of the first month, the wife and I went on a bender. There had been several bottles of scotch, bourbon, vodka in the bar. They were all gone when we finally sobered up. Oh, and one bottle of gin. I think I drank that. For at least a week after that everything tasted of juniper berries.
I hate gin.
We used to order pizza. Several times a week.
I can't stand pizza now.
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I just checked in with work. Nothing has changed. Everyone has given up on shaving, and even the bald guys are looking ragged around the edges.
Timothy from Sales is getting panicked; he hasn't been on the road since this all started. He keeps twitching on camera. I can only imagine what's going on when he's alone.
I'm really worried about Jared from Accounting; a couple weeks ago he started posting limericks. Dirty limericks. Mostly about anal sex. Giving and receiving. With details.
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The second week in, Susan, my wife, and I had a disagreement; I wanted to grow a beard and she said no. I won, and now have a nice looking achievement.
A week later I realized she hadn't shaved her mons. Which was strange since it had been bald in the five years we've been together. When I asked about it - I mean I
Loved
her bald pussy - she said she'd shave when I did.
Then I realized she also meant her pits and her legs. She even began to develop a mustache, but I guess that was a hair to far.
It has given her a bit of a primal look, and at the same time she's gotten a lot more direct, when she wants to fuck, she wants to fuck now.
The honey brown hair on her legs and pussy is a turn on, and I have to admit those fur covered thighs gripping my face is enough to send me shooting. But I've gotten good at holding off until she's screamed through a couple Os.
Which reminds me - whoever built this development must have used really cheap material 'cause I'm hearing fucking and moaning, screaming and humming, all up and down the street.
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I was just looking out the bedroom window, admiring the clouds, when I realized Marie, the next door neighbor was in her yard again. On time. Working on her tan. All of it.