Mary is curled up in bed, ready to go to sleep, as her husband, Larry, turns his bed lamp on to read a book. As he's reading, he periodically reaches over to his wife, Mary, and fondles her special area.
He does this a few times, but only for a very short interval before returning to read his book. The wife gradually becomes more and more aroused assuming that her husband is seeking some encouragement she gets up and starts stripping in front of him.
The husband asks, "Why are you taking off your clothes?"
His wife replies, "You were rubbing me
downtown. I thought it was foreplay,"
The husband says, "No, not at all."
His wife asks angrily, "Well, what the hell were you doing then?"
"I was just wetting my fingers so I could turn the pages in my book."
He does this a few times, but only for a very short interval before returning to read his book. The wife gradually becomes more and more aroused assuming that her husband is seeking some encouragement she gets up and starts stripping in front of him.
The husband asks, "Why are you taking off your clothes?"
His wife replies, "You were rubbing me
downtown. I thought it was foreplay,"
The husband says, "No, not at all."
His wife asks angrily, "Well, what the hell were you doing then?"
"I was just wetting my fingers so I could turn the pages in my book."
