You guys all look at these pics and vidz of Andrea and think to yourselves, 'Jimbo, you lucky bastard!' and to some extent I know I am. But a bird like Andrea comes at a cost you know and I don't just mean financial (although that is a factor as well obviously!!)
Think about it.
I come home from work and she's doing her make-up. I'm like, "should we sit tight and do in a bottle of chardonnay?". She's like, "oh, babe, forgot to tell you I'm off out with Kate tonight...". You think Andrea's a slut? Kate aint quite such a drop-dead minx as my missus but she's still fit as fuck and ready to roll. She'll drop her knickers (if she's wearing any!) for the first guy that takes her fancy down some nightclub back alley. That leaves Andrea hanging loose and twiddling her thumbs. Not! That means that Kate's cock has at least one, maybe more peer cocks straining for some action too and as you've seen Andrea isn't particularly backwards in coming forwards.
This means that a night like tonight will end in any of these ways:- 1) she'll sleep somewhere else and roll home lunchtime Sunday with dried spunk in her hair. 2) she'll get home in the small hours with dried spunk in her hair. 3) she'll get home in the small hours with maybe Kate and her new friends in tow.
Whichever happens, I don't really win but I get my rewards in the end. She's tottered out tonight in four inch heels, a tiny black mini-skirt and almost non-existent top so is guaranteed whatever juice she wants. See guys, this is the price of an open relationship!
Then there's the money for hairdressers, perfume, shoes, shoes, shoes, jewellery, dresses, skirts, blouses, coats, skimpy little tops, sexy underwear. You've never imagined fuckin' high maintenance like it!
Oh well, I've had my moan...I guess I AM lucky though after all!!
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