I wrote it purely for my own purposes…my own needs.’ ‘How long is it?’ ‘A little over 85,000 words.’ ‘Has an editor seen it—what stag... is it in?’ ‘It’s done, typed up on a word processor and proofed by a retired friend of mine up in Ohio. I don’t use an editor per se. He’s too humble to call himself one. My boss read it, he liked it. It’s not a war story as much as it is a story about people thrown together in a war zone. My secretary also enjoyed it—as did my grandmother—but that is the limit. A longing rose inside her. It grew higher and higher. She kissed him, nervously. Could he understand? She didn't want to wait. She pulled away, ashamed of herself.Had she offered refuge to a lost soul, or was she so base, so low, to think of carnal desires meant for husband and wife? She should have equipped Grisha with the means to make his own living, but instead, she selfishly kept him captive in her home. She had disrespected the memory of her late husband. She had sinned in the house he'd. "But you didn't fuck after your period ended, right?" "Well, I wanted to..."Okay, that's good because we have to do the Mikveh, the ritual cleansing bath before we start having sex again.." " Ritual bath? Ida, what are you talking about?" "Well, in Jewish tradition, orthodox women have to do this cleansing ritual before they can fuck after their period is over. I made a special tub just for that, but I incorporated some ideas I got from John Lilly, too, Remember, I talked about him, and his. Janey, held fast by her father’s strong hand on her hip, stopped moving her own hips but slipped her fingers back down to rub her clit.Soon, Mike’s thrusting enabled him to fully penetrate his wife. He didn’t remember her being so tight before, but it had been a long time since they had last made love. She was very wet, though, so nothing was holding him back. He moved his hand higher, caressing one of her breasts and tweaking the nipple. Her breasts seemed smaller than he remembered, but that.