In the last few days she was smiling more and this was a good sign her emotions were healing. What she’d been through, shouldn’t have happened to ... dog. She hadn’t mentioned recently but I didn’t believe it had been forgotten. If I could help her get the fun back in life, this would be a help. For the rest of the morning we pretended. Twice she was laughing uproariously at my antics and tears rolled down her cheek. Towards the middle of the day, I sat down for a minute to rest from our acting. This was actually a bad time to have bareback sex. I tried to tell you but..." She looked at where I had pushed her face into the couch. I felt sick.She looked worried, though whether it was about her possible pregnancy or the unexplainable look on my face (or both), I couldn't tell. "Um...I'll...let you know, okay?" She leaned forward and looked like she was going to give me a peck on the cheek, and then decided against it. She left, giving me one last confused, hurt look as she closed the. I was lost.So, I decided to pull my finger out. As I did, the feeling of my finger sliding out of my soft wet giving cavity made my whole body shiver. Needless to say, the feeling was new to me and I suddenly wanted more. It was that type of feeling, so I stuck my finger back inside. The feeling inside me doubled and my body once again quivered. Suddenly, I could not stop and before I knew it, my finger was going in and out at a pace that not only satisfied me, but made me moan with every. Yet she couldn't give into him just like that, and she wasn't sure that she would give in at all."I think you'd better leave," she said, suddenly, decisively. Tossing her blonde hair back, the young twenty-one year old wife stood up. "I'll just take these things into the kitchen," she announced in a matter of fact, no nonsense tone.Carolyn started toward the kitchen without turning around and once there at the sink she began to rinse the whiskey sour glasses. Something that she wouldn't.