Fagen asked, "is that still the case!?!" "Of course it is," Marcia replied sadly, "who'd ever want a cold fish like me for a wife!?!" "Why do you call...yourself a cold fish," the doctor asked, "the inability of achieving sexual gratification for yourself does not in and of itself preclude your partner from having a very satisfying sexual experience for himself, and thusly he would more than likely consider you to be at the least an adequate sexual partner!!!" "Oh, I suppose so," Marcia replied,. While at the bar we met this couple who was just a little bit older than us (he was 30 and she was 28). We sparked up conversation and eventually wound up eating dinner together. We learned that they lived just a few hours from where we did and that they visited our city all the time for family get togethers. They seemed like really nice people, so we invited them back to our room (which was a suite) after we finished with dinner. While back in the room we popped open a bottle of champagne. "Get back in my pussy babe." you said as I grabbed my cock and pushed it against your tight hole sliding it in and fucking you. Pounding you as I held onto you, you arched your back sticking out your ass for me as I fucked you. I was just about to fuck you harder but my phone started to ring, so I slowed it down, shoving my cock all the way into you as I answered it. "Hello...." it was my gf calling to check up on us. Asking us how the trip was going. "Yeah.. it's going great... we're actually. I need to find him. If he is dead then I will just have to live on. Every morning it is the same dam nightmare. I wake and it is that 5 second time that you forget that the world as you know it has ended and most of the population want to eat you and not in a good way. There is no power. Nothing. Couldn't even send a dam telegram! Before it happened. He used to send a text to me every morning, never forgot. “Good Morning, my sexy Pet Molly” It made my morning. It cheered me up. He.