As Donna swung her BMW onto Golf Club Road and buried the gas pedal into the carpet, she was already planning what she was going to say to her husband. Ever since she’d got the “can you come pick me up from the golf club? I’m too drunk to drive…” text from him 30 minutes ago she hadn’t stopped scowling. His days golfing were meant to be her days of relaxing, gardening, lunch with the girls and whatever else she damn well wanted to do. Instead, she was acting like a chauffeur, doing Craig’s bidding. He must already know he’s never going to hear the end of this, Donna thought as she reached th… Read more
Donna’s favourite workout!
I had seen Donna few times before in the gym. She always looked incredible - tight leggings that showed off her big round ass (that seemed to jiggle perfectly with each step on the treadmill or stairmaster) and a cute little sports bra that seemed to be working overtime in keeping her boobs in place. As much as I wanted to talk to her, maybe ask her out to dinner, I saw the wedding ring on her finger and knew she wouldn’t be interested. So I continued my admiration from afar. However, that didn’t mean I felt somewhat protective of her, so I was naturally very concerned when I saw her finish… Read more