Mr. Hottie and I
I muttered to myself, drinking from my cup.
"Which of the bastards?" A lady walked towards me.
"Hey" I smirked, checking her out.
Her big boobs, perfect curves and huge butt.
'Damn, doggy style would be perfect' I thought.
'No, I already risked the relationship between my wife and I, I can't do it again'
"A friend of mine" I replied.
"Ouch, that sucks" she pouted, taking the vacant seat beside me.
"So, how many bastards are on Earth?" I said, trying to start a conversation.