Dried shit was clinging to the dark hairs and the soft head, and the memory of what he had done last night hit him like a ton of bricks. Leaning forwa...d, he put his face in his hands."Oh, God!" he moaned. "What in the hell came over me?"He stayed that way for several minutes, agonizing with himself, then got up, lit a cigarette, and began undressing. Avoiding his reflection in the mirror, he plodded into the bathroom and turned the shower on full blast, then sat on the stool to pee and crap. “Of course, this doesn’t go nearly far enough. It’s not sufficient to undermine faith in false gods and mythology. We must subvert traditional morality, too, the so-called ‘Judeo-Christian’ ethic,” I noted in addition.“Which as any good Jew like myself could tell you is utter horseshit. The chutzpah of these Christians to claim that we share a common morality! Jews don’t stop people from getting a sensible divorce to leave a bad marriage. Jews don’t proselytize and fill little children’s heads. What tipped the scales in that direction was something I had not expected from my husband that happened while John was here and when after having a really good time together, I asked him to stay through the weekend until Sunday evening giving us a long time to fuck. Of course our bed would now be off limits until then to my husband with John filling in more ways then one now since he and I would actually be sleeping in the same bed together. Thinking about it now, I know my first time really. I was his right hand; I wish he would tell me what was worrying him. I thought of Aria as I lay in bed and try to once again jerk one off to get some release. I was so pent up. Aria was untouchable; but not in my fantasies. I thought of how she’d taste from head to toe. Her mouth fucking my cock. Holding her tight as I thrust inside of her, making her scream my name. It brought me to the edge and I came. Then I take her in my arms and hold her throughout the night and tell her I love.