..yes, Beth it is.That is what I thought when I first saw you, Elizabeth Susan...my love... my Beth, before we were introduced and before you told me ...our name. My father was an atheist, therefore I considered myself one as well. Then Margaret took me to the Methodist Church on Sunday's. I learned there that I was not an atheist but an agnostic. I could neither prove nor disprove the existence of God and I stopped going to church until I married Bea. I attended the Lutheran Church with her,. I made my way into the house and half in a daze, helped Linda prepare two trays of food. She grabbed another bottle of wine and we headed back to the table.Dinner was eaten slowly and we sat in silence as we watched the sun set into the Pacific. We both knew how this evening was going to end and were now just prolonging the pleasure to come. Linda cleared away the trays and brought back champagne and sorbet. "I've been saving this bottle for a special occasion." She handed it to me to open. It. Then, when she felt him tugging to be released, she loosened her musclehold and let him slip out again, only to plunge back in, harder and stronger than ever.She moved her legs, locking her ankles around his hips as her feet pounded against the man's naked body."Ohhhh, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!" the young girl wailed, her voice thick with lust. Her lips trembled as she spoke and her eyelids fluttered as if she were losing consciousness. Her orgasm was not far off.Len kept pumping his. Trouble was, of course, lots of other men also knew she was the one for them too, but I beat them out. I have no idea how, but I did."Alice was all ambition and brilliance and beauty and the sex! Oh the sex! That woman could suck the chrome off a bumper. They don't have bumpers any more, do they? They have crumple zones now. I think that says it all. Anyway ... my God, she could give a blowjob. And she swallowed too. She used to show me my jiz in her mouth after I blew in it, then swallow it.