It was Cheryl who picked up the paper. She carried it inside and upstairs to her husban who was still in bed.
"Here you go honey," She said as she handed him the newspaper. He was laying in bed in a pair of boxer shorts.
"Thanks," he said as he opened it. You slide off the paper and fall a great distance, finally plumeting into the soft bed, right underneath Steve's crotch area. You can feel the heat radiating off of it and smell a slight man-smell.
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