I’m not going to be so bold as to say someday I’d like to see my wife in a bikini washing my car like the new spouse of Joanna Krupa gets to experience. I’m the farthest thing from a sexist. I adore woman to the point of my inevitable demise. Yet… there is something magical about seeing your wicked hot wife in a bikini top washing your man-vehicle.
Yeah, Larry from next door, that’s my outrageously hot wife in a bikini soaping up my ride. You can look, I insist, but don’t touch. That’s just for moi. Wow, that rolled off my tongue so easily I do believe it could actually happen one day. All I’m missing is my Krupa. Enjoy.