The other day I hopped out of my high-heels (which of course I wear pretty much around the clock) slipped into a comfy pair of rubber boots and got busy sorting wood for the fireplace. I really shouldn't have been surprised, scantily clad as I was, that I got rudely interrupted and jizzed on during an extended surprise-fuck on an old discarded nightstand. After all, the shed is where you usually find the hardest kind of wood