It was donated by the generous late Mrs Maria Smith. Her marriage to her husband lasted fifty years until he tragically passed away. Some of you might...think I’m trying to say that this diamond necklace is a curse trying to purposely bind two people together, but Mrs Smith had said in her will that this necklace represents true love, fate and companionship and by donating this necklace these wonderful things can be passed on and people can cherish what love brings. So ladies…well and gentlemen. Get over here and give me a good fucking!” Sometimes she talks like this, but not often. I guess she was trying to keep my excitement up. I got on my knees between her legs and plugged myself in. After a few minutes of fucking, that old familiar feeling started to come back. I felt my dick start to soften. I began to pump into my wife faster and just as she orgasmed, I began to loose my erection completely. As we were catching our breath, she said, “I guess it. "Please." she said quietly.He pushed his thumbnail into the plastic. It clicked into place, and a small, green light appeared on it. Her head fell back, her shoulders relaxing as she let out a sigh. She moved her hand beneath the table, took hold of his hand on her thigh, and moved it up her leg, pushing her skirt up ahead of it. She placed his hand between her legs, on her panties, looked him in the eye and smiled.He pressed his hand to the soft cotton of her underwear, and was surprised to. “Wa-what happened to ma-my face, Candi?” Lisa cried as Candi moved her back into the bathroom to get a better look at Lisa under those lights.“What is the matter with Lisa?” Lynette finally said as she clung to my shoulder like a baby sea-horse does to its daddy’s tail.“I don’t know, Cano. She just screamed for Candi and we came running like you did,” I replied with major league concern in my voice.“Well, Bricky,” Doctor Candice calmly said after looking at Lisa’s face under the bathroom.