I know we only just got together a short time before but, at just a look we seem to know what each other was thinking. We made supper together, and wh...n I was looking in the fridge I was a can of whipping cream, and my first thought was I know what's for desert. Lora seen what I was holding and just shook her head but, had a smile at the same time. After we ate we went into the living room to watch a movie. As we went through the menu on netflixs I saw 50 shades of grey. We decided to watch it. ‘Look at you!’ he pointed at me, ‘You seemed to be happily married. I bet I’m right! Am I?’ ‘Actually, I am not married.’ my tongue slipped. Of all the things that I hate, it is divulging bits of my private life with my clients. ‘Oh, no! Yes, you are! Yes, you are!’ he continued in his irritating manner, ‘ I know a bachelor when I see one! You’re dressed sharply, your office and things are in order and I can see your wife and your children’s picture over there. They certainly look lovely, don’t. She just kneeled there, with her legs spread wide, taking it all like a woman as that hairy hand up the leg of her panties shook her pussy senseless! For some reason my mind then chose to recollect an incident during our honeymoon. In a vision of driving along the St. Lawrence River side of the Gaspe, I remembered how the shift stick coming up out of the floor shook so violently in Doug’s camper van. It was an old bread delivery van with sliding side doors that he’d converted to travel. His suction almost made her eyeballs gyrate. Then she found it was lovely rolling a guy’s balls one at the time in her mouth, without ending up having to remove hair from between her teeth. They ended up fucking loud, varied, acrobatically and messily. She recalled being almost unconscious from exhaustion when they folded into sleep. God, how many times had she come? The most since being gang-banged on her eighteenth birthday she would think. He hadn’t escaped. His face and hair had been soaked.