.. I know..." Don grumbled and sat up. "Well, don't stand there watching me like a hawk... go out into the living room... watch the news while I get r...ady!"Laura turned and ran from the room and Don felt like kicking himself. He walked slowly toward the chest of drawers that contained his shirts and underwear and as he was picking out fresh clothes to wear, he heard a tapping sound. Looking around, he realized it was coming from the window... and for the first time since she'd said it, Don. A few seconds one way or the other perhaps, which some might consider simultaneous, but we truly wanted to start that climb to the mountain together, understanding my wife's would last longer. Unfortunately, on our seventh anniversary, we achieved just that.It is not my intention here to write any kind of graphic porno or other lustful chronicle, but rather to relate what must be a unique, life-altering event. Suffice to say, if you haven't guessed already, we climaxed at the same time. Don't. He told her abortion doctors weren't exactly advertising in the Daily News' Personal Ads. She shed a few crocodile tears. Cliff needed to be persuaded.Loretta was good at persuasion. Cliff's Achilles' heal was that he could be swayed by a persuasive female. He was weak that way.After a few more fake tears, she loosened her blouse as her next attempt to change Cliff's mind. He gave her his best poker face as if he hadn't noticed. Cliff was good at negotiating deals.Loretta unhooked her bra and. I know...predictable but I suppose a part of me was thinkingI wanted a kind of glamorous and sexy look, and step or two away from my usual slutty style. I was going to make an effort on my own part too. The ladies ushered me to the make up chair asking, quite professionally I thought, if I had any known allergies to make up products. Having only put on a dash of eyeliner and lipstick before I said none that I was aware of and so they set to work beautifying me and bringing Holly to life...and.