And so it was. After only a few short minutes, he said, wistfully:" ... I'm sorry, Darling!" Mariella kept the rocking movement going until it became ...hysically impossible to continue. She raised herself off of him, using her hand to stop the precious fluid inside her leaking out, and then collapsing onto his shoulder.Over the next few weeks Mariella and Richard continued to make love. He could even last longer and they tried different positions so that he wasn't always the passive party: but. She looked good enough to eat. “Pity” I responded, “What else could I have gotten from you?” She gave me a knowing smile and we ordered a few drinks. We talked and laughed. We had never really had the chance to talk like this before and in a way were getting to really know each other for the first time. Throughout our conversation she would lean into me as she laughed and touched my arm as much as possible. She was wearing a sweet smelling perfume that made me want her even more. I would put my. I grabbed her and held her to me. She sobbed into my chest and spoke very quietly. I had to ask her to repeat it. ‘I’m sorry.’ she said. ”Don’t be. There’s no need to be sorry. I was enjoying it too.’ ‘You were?’ she asked incredulously. ‘Well I didn’t know anything was going on for ages, I only noticed about 2 minutes before you climaxed. Admittedly I was shocked at first….. But then I had the most wonderful sexual feeling coursing through my body as I watched you being manhandled by those. A rattle came from downstairs as the postman delivered the mail, startling her, and she grabbed her blackberry from the side table where it lay, face down. Hitting the central button with her thumb, she woke it up and looked at the time, then dropped the phone back on the table, and lay back, shutting her eyes against the brilliance of the sun. It was a Monday morning in August, the day after her fifty-second birthday, and there was absolutely no reason why she had to get up and start her day..