Rachel and I were masturbating, kissing, watching Bruce doing the same thing....the moment was so erotically supercharged, it will be with me for the ...est of my days. My heart was ready to jump out of my chest."Silkie and Denis were lying next to each on the bed in the hotel, each of them masturbating and looking into each other's eyes:"What I loved about my time in Berkeley was when we did this on acid................" "The phone rang. I was getting really close to having an orgasm with a boy,. "Oh, that's it Jeff! Fuck me good now...please Jeff...don't stop!" She teased. I continued to throw everything I had into her desperately responding fuck hole as my pleasure increased with each stroke. We established a rhythm together, a rhythm Betty could count on and I knew she was about to come. I sent a series of a dozen or so particularly violently slashing strokes into her no longer neglected vagina and felt her spasm beneath me. Knowing she'd had her fun, I was about to have mine. . I took her upstairs and after she came back out she complained of feeling very tired. I suggested that we went home but she just crumbled in my arms. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom were we had left our coats, there were two beds, one with all the coats piled on and an empty one. I laid her down and stood for a moment admiring how beautiful she looked in her short black cocktail dress. The dress was so short as she lay there, that I could see her stocking tops. I found her coat. I simply said, 'There's no lab here any more. Have to do my research somewhere.' Then, she threw her drink at me and called me a cheating son-of-a-bitch." If the shoe fits... Be glad it wasn't a butcher knife. Then what?" We went to a marriage counselor to talk about the problem, but it was unsuccessful in changing anything. By then, I simply wanted out. I saw no way to fix the problem. So, we asked the counselor to draw up our divorce settlement and how to handle the children." What happened.