She had married him because the alternative was worse, becoming an unwed mother. Right now, she needed him. Candy wasn’t some mercenary; she hadn’... married him with the expectation of divorcing him as soon as her son had a name. She had said, “As long as we both shall live.”On the other hand, she had no reason to stick with him for years of unhappiness. So anything which made her happy was in favor of his keeping her. And anything about the church that made her happy was an even better omen for. As the company grew, Alan leased his land so that its workers could build houses there. He even owned the land the plant was built on. He asked me to sit and showed me the places that were open that we could buy. The smallest lot that he would sell us was over 10 acres and secluded behind Alan’s house where no one would bother us. I told him that it was perfect but when he told me a price it blew my dreams away. Even if we had not lost so much to the market in Atlanta we could not have afforded. That's when calamity struck. "Of all the worst things that could happen, this is the worst possible thing! Fuck, I'm completely out of coffee!" She searched quickly, but there wasn't even any of the dreaded emergency back-up instant! "Damn, I promised momma, but this is important! I'll just run down to Starbucks, get a quick Venti and a pound of beans. I'll be back here in twenty minutes!"She pulled on her specially ordered Hello Kitty sneakers, and donned her favorite pink ball cap, tucking. " She did not place a value judgment on one method or type of orgasm over the other. But she did best vocalize the difference in a way I could grasp. By the way, she had this really nice, full natural blond bush. She barely had any taste or smell, and she gushed wetness even when slightly aroused. She also had a g spot that was impossible to miss. She was a wailing, screaming, head-thumping, grind-and-thrash-hard-into-your-face woman that would literally scream "Fuck, you ROCK" right before I.