” Then “Two Hours,” “One hour,” “thirty minutes.”She drove me wild.Our daughter went upstairs to get ready. “Remember to take your med...cine,” my wife called in her sweet, motherly voice.“Yes, Mom,” our daughter said. I could hear the eye roll in her voice.My wife licked her lips and squirmed more, her excitement swelling. We both were quiet as we listened to our daughter move around upstairs, going through her nightly ritual, brushing teeth, combing her hair, removing makeup. It was so quiet. So did the others, wincing and each reaching up to touch a part of their face with caring fingers. Othello of course would be against the idea of damaging his face, even temporarily. Aaron and Jennifer, well, no one liked the idea of losing an eye. Replacing it with an eye from a dark blood ritual wasn’t any better.“I ... I...” Fuck it. “Fine, let’s do it.” She leaned forward, set her hands on the edge of the blood bowl, and stared the old man in the eye. “Take it.”“What? Me? My dear Beatrice,. "You can touch me if you like," Stella said smiling coyly sensing my somewhat awkward feelings of apprehension. "I promise I wont' bite, hard, that is unless you really want me to," she added to break the tension.I placed my hand on Stella's breast and gently stroked it and she smiled. We would lovingly explore each other's bodies for the next 20 minutes. She took her hand placed it around my cock and stroked it and said in a lustful moan "I bet you could really satisfy a woman with this" and. "Do you want a lickin’" I ask unenthusiastic. We fall asleep. Sometimes she is in my arms but in the end we divide and take up lonely positions. The dawn brings the reality streaming in, the traffic starting to drone into one morning herd. "I did it because I wanted to see why we were together and if I was just a symbol to you, that’s why it happened like that." In my own mind it is slightly less clear, though this seems like it actually might be true. "You mean you did bad sex on purpose?".