....god Denis, I will, I will, I want to tell it to you ........... I can whisper it to you.............you can jack......oh, Denis I want to taste yo...................look at me, love, look at me.................you spunk, your cum, your jizz , shooting out of you is what I want to taste.......when Rachel fucks me the way I know she is going to do (laughing)..................I won't be able to have much of a conversation about anything while that is goin' on........" They made love this way,. The inner tension increases more and more. She has no idea what will await her at the destination.At the destination? Where would that be? Is it the place printed on her ticket? Questions for which she knows no answer.In the meantime, the lights have disappeared again. It is dark outside. She sees no moonlight. She recognizes herself in the mirror image of the windowpane. For a moment, she looks deep into her eyes. Even the look on her own face is unfamiliar. She cannot fathom what it is, but. My head starts to lighten after the second glass and I start eyeing her ass, feeling a bit romantic. My wife has a nice broad behind that looks better the more I drink. She opens a couple bottles of wine, as if expecting company. We’ve done this routine for over twenty years now. Finally, as I’m about ready to suggest a trip upstairs, she slowly lifts her skirt and shows me her shapely legs and naked thatched pussy, and then backs quickly out of the kitchen, into the barnyard and outward to the. Rachel. You did tell me that.’ ‘Shall I hold on while you speed-dial your rabbi?’ He doubles over in laughter. ‘That’s a good one, Mindy.’ ‘Actually, it wasn’t all in jest.’ ‘Oh?’ ‘Look, Ben, I’m getting hungry. Wanna call me back?’ ‘So I guess it’s just sex then, huh?’ ‘Oy. Well, we can also discuss books if that would make you feel any better. Maybe throw in politics as well.’ He titters nervously. ‘Listen, maybe we can meet at the Hilton. You know, the one by the beltway.’ ‘You’re still.