All I could do was surrender to the pleasure, and so I did. I don't know how long he pounded me. I know I had more than one orgasm. I don't even know ...ow to describe it, but the women who have been there, they'll no - somehow it's too much, and you can't take any more, and you just need to him stop and yet he doesn't, and somehow it's the best thing in the world. And then again, you think you can't take any more, and you surrender to it, and somehow it's even better. And again, and again ...I. ” There was another long silence. “And Bruce isn’t that old.”Marcella opened her eyes wide. “Well, I’ve known you since we were little kids Belinda, and I can tell when you’re happy, and girl, YOU ain’t happy.”Belinda looked back at her. “A few months ago, I caught Bruce texting some girl.”Marcella and I both leaned in closer. “He was asleep and I heard his phone go off, so I looked and there it was.”“He was cheating on you?” Marcella asked.“He told me that nothing ever happened. That it. So I told her as it was. I confessed to her that I had never seen a naked woman before, that I thought she was just amazingly attractive and that I had wanted to see her naked.That i went to bed later on and the thing that I wanted most was to touch her and how Squishy got harder and harder and as I thought of her nakedness, I had a convulsion and some white sticky liquid came out of the tip of Squishyand then how I just collapsed into a heap.Well, although i expected that she was going to. We have been making caricarum for centuries up inthe hills, you know." Indeed?" I asked, and reached for my purse. "Then I hope you take itas a compliment that I wish to purchase another bottle." Excellent," said the youth. "That's ten sold today. Since lastnight, it has been selling very well."He handed me the carafe of wine, the familiar white ceramic with thesculpture of a fig baked into the side, and I passed him my denarii."Drink it slowly," he suggested. "It's the last drop of fig.