After about 20 mins of us flirting with them, I said fuck it and walked up to these chics and started talking to them, we pair off but still in a group.

Eventually I ask her if she wanted to get out of there and she obliged. Get back to her place making out, great kisser phenomenal body, all I can think of is what the fuck is wrong with this chic. Its about midnight and Im on her couch getting head when I started running my fingers thru her hair when I feel it move.

Yeah MOVE! I grab a lock of her hair and I tug a bit and it moves again, so me being me, realized it was a wig and i pulled it off expecting to find no hair or something of the sort. She jumps up and like a lost puppy starts looking for her wig.

Through the laughter I asked her why the need for a wig. To which she replied she didn’t want any of her husbands friends to recognize her in the neighborhood if she was with a guy.

Silly rabbit, do your hunting out of your neighborhood and you wont have to worry about getting caught (well not as likely).

Needless to say after her brief but concise explanation we did what we “came” to do…