“Uhh, uhh, uhhnnn!” Leila moaned. Delia pushed past her husband and opened the door wide. She walked into the garage with the command of a woman i... her own house. “What do we have here?” she said. “Leila, my husband just fucked me.” Leila nodded, acknowledging her, but not stopping what she was doing. She did however have enough modesty to close her legs while she masturbated. Delia looked at her friend, what was left of her, and found herself revolted at how desperate and far gone she had. She pushed back against him -no, she fucked up at him. She wanted to come again already and she fucked him until she did. She forgot about everything else, and indulged ultimately. For several minutes, they were engaged in gentle, steady sex. She dare not say love-making, as she was married, and didn't love this young man. If she used the word she thought she might make it so. She wanted it all, she wanted him to come inside her and hated herself for it, but this could surely never happen. She loves it."Joey looked bewildered and angry at the same time, scratching his head and cussing under his breath."We'll show them this time," he said. "We'll make them give each other rimshots. That's a whole lot worse than getting one from a stranger that you might not see again." But, boss," Willy pleaded. "Ain't we had enough fun? Let's get on with the change. I want my money." You'll get your goddamn, fuckin' money. Just wait until these two are through."Joey darted over to Bud and untied. She knew that I was aching for some kind of release. She would just giggle on the other end of the line and repeat the line she told me at the house, ‘it only gets better from here.’ I still had no idea what she meant by that. Not to mention the fact that Jennifer had said the same exact thing that night at the car as I held the car door open for her. They were planning something extraordinary, but I still had no idea what it could be. There were no hints given and Tonya never slipped up.