I was obliged to keep perfectly still; the excitement was so great that I must have spent at once if I had made the least movement. The convulsive thr...bbings of her delicious cunt were almost sufficient to make me do so for I found she had that rare and natural gift of throbbing compressions, which we call the ‘nippers’ and the "French la casse noisette" (French- the nutcracker), a gift as rare to women as it is an exquisite delight to men. I have known elderly men who have never met with it,. Not that she’d ever do it, of course. It was just a fantasy. A fantasy that was increasingly taking over her waking hours ... And so McKayla didn’t correct Joan’s assumption. Sure, she wasn’t married to Theo ... but that wasn’t far down the line. There was something nice about the mistake.“Mrs. Wilson,” McKayla murmured to herself. She liked that.“How was work today, darlin’?”“It was good...” Theo said, sliding into his chair. For the first two weeks, he’d spent a few minutes each night trying. I told her I woudl done anything that could make her happy. And she said she pulled my hand that day because she had her first orgasm that night when I put my finger in her hole and moved it inside. I was like, damn I thought she didn’t like it. Then I honestly told her that every friends that I live are getting laid by the prostitutes.. She said don’t do anything stupid and get any disease. And I was like I want to have sex, but don’t want to lose my virginity to some prostitute. She said if. A friend of ours, Bob, called and asked what we were doing. His wife was out of town and he was bored. We told him we were staying in for the night and if he wanted to come over, it was OK.About twenty minutes later, Bob shows up with a couple of six packs. The three of us started drinking and talking and it soon became obvious that TV was out of the picture for the night, so we started playing rummy. As the night wore on and we starting feeling good, the conversation turned toward Laney’s.