She collapsed on me, and I could naturally feel her rapid heartbeat against my broad chest. Lori collapsed over her dear friend, and we laid there unt...l our orgasmic highs had passed.Sufficiently recovered, the girls raised themselves up and stood next to the leather sofa. They each took a hand and hoisted me up as Lori said, “Let’s continue this in the bedroom, you two.”Entering the master bedroom, Lori promptly went to the walnut nightstand and retrieved a box from the top drawer. We stood at. Under my fingers I felt his muscles, tense and firm, and somehow felt quietly reassured. “Well, well, well! My brother really is pushing the boat out for you, isn’t he? A black Porsche Panamera Turbo S? That really will get you to the church on time, Faith, and no mistake.” As we approached the car, the olive-skinned Italian chauffeur, who had been assiduously polishing one of the wing mirrors with a white cloth, moved to the rear passenger door and opened it. Holding the bottom of my dress. “You are—well, were—Jonathan Davis and you died of... let me see... oh, I’m afraid I have to keep it secret, for now.”You find yourself leaning forward. Jonathan Davis rings a bell, you think, eyes fluttering as if it’ll help you search your memory better.“You have a wife, Haley, and looks like... 4 kids! Well,” it let out a ghostly chuckle in sharp contrast to the sharp, nearly stereotypical accent, “at least four kids that lived at your house, I should say.”“Come again?” You ask.“Oh, the. Every time I've felt like doing it to myself, there it is. It's in my brain yelling loudly. It's a sin an the eyes of God. Don't do it. Maybe that's the reason I can't be the kind of woman Eddie wants me to be. I even try to stop him from touching me there. But, Lord, how I've desired him to do it anyway.Even in the privacy of her own bathroom, she felt the flush spreading in her cheeks as the thought of the pleasure she had received, on those few times, when Eddie had stroked her clitoris to.