Girlfriend

Jack was off from work today, so he went home to his live-in girlfriend Carly. Carly and him had been dating since sophomore year of college, and their relationship was great, except for the fact that Carly never wanted her pussy to be claimed until marriage. But with Jack's wish, maybe he could change that.

"Jack!" Carly said. "Where were you?"

"Out on my morning walk. Babe, you'll never believe what..."

Carly was pissed. "It was your day to do the dishes and they still aren't done!"

Jack hated this. Carly was always nagging him lately.

"Fine," he huffed. "By the way, you look like Hayley Atwell."

The big-busted British actress was Jack's celebrity crush, and he thought it would be cool to have his girlfriend become his celebrity crush.

"Yes, babe," Carly said, her paitence clearly being tested to the limit. "We've been over this. I look like Hayley Atwell, but I'm not. And I'm getting sick and tired of people thinking I'm her. Look, just do the dishes and drive me to work, OK?"

Jack looked Carly over. Damn, Hayley Atwell was hotter in real life. He would just...keep Carly like that a while. After all, she didn't seem to mind too much.