Don't try this at home. That's the disclaimer they give on those extremestunt shows. Maybe they should have put that in the movies, too. Forwhen I ...ried to copy a scene in one movie, things just got out ofcontrol.My story begins happily. I was in my mid twenties, employed as anadvertising copy writer and already married. My wife, Christina, whom Imet in college, has a successful career in business herself. We had justabout everything you could want.As for our sex life, it was very robust,. We were making good progress on the new house. It had taken us three weeks to tear down the old one and haul it off. We were in our sixth month of building on the new one, it was all framed and enclosed, roof on it. It was winter and we were plumbing, wiring, building and working away inside all day, every day.We'd been going pretty hard, and hadn't really relaxed any during this entire time. By now, Dave had sold off more coins, a few at a time, and I was trying to find a place to hide all. So we met up again after work and took a trip to a store where they sold sex toys. I purchased a strap on dildo that was about the same size as my boyfriend's cock – the idea being that I would put it on under the same blue panties he had already ruined and he would see how silly it looked.Later that night, while my boyfriend was busy making dinner, I slipped into the bedroom to strap on the dildo and put on the tattered panties. I glanced at myself in the mirror and had to laugh. I thought I. Ludwig could not stop himself from asking, straining his voice to be heard over the roar of the diesel engine. Even though at previous times he hadn't received an answer he could make good use of yet, his pitch had an air of optimism about it:"Are we going to stop any time soon, Olufemi?"The driver's answer was curt and to the point, as had been the case previously as well."Yes."Ludwig who would otherwise consider an endless talker a nuisance at best, appeared to be edging on aggravation..