" It's true," I admitted ruefully, "but after last night, I don't knowhow I can follow through with that. It was absolutely, positively, thehardest, r...west, most animalistic sex I have ever had in my life, muchless with my husband. I couldn't think. I couldn't talk, other than toscream my head off. The individual orgasms melded into one continuous,sublime orgiastic thrill ride. It makes me shiver now, just rememberingit. It changed me, Faye. I can't imagine never having that again."Describing. I mouth again: Don’t hang up.I dip them back into her soaked pussy and make circles. She puts the phone to her chest and moans gratefully. She looks at me and nods.‘Uh-huh, I’m listening,’ she says, the phone barely holding to her ear. I return my mouth to its work, rubbing my tongue along the tiny bulge at the top of her pussy. Her legs loosen and widen. Her weight drops on my face. Her pussy tasting like a cream popsicle. She bends back, like a contortionist and takes hold of my dick. She. "Esther shook her head. "I can't buy it, Ben. I acknowledge that what you're saying may all be true, but it doesn't excuse my behavior. I should have been more cautious, I should never have had more than a few sips of wine. I should have never had even one glass, let alone two. I knew Jim Moriarty, I knew what he was like. I should never have let my guard down."Esther paused and smiled ruefully. "Good try, Ben. I'm sure that you're correct in your analysis, but it doesn't help me. Those last. ’ Ana started shaking and turned into a tight ball. He gathered her in his arms and she resisted until she must have realized he wasn’t letting her go. He rubbed her back and rocked her like a baby when she sagged against him. ‘Let it out, love’ he whispered as she began to sob in earnest. ‘It’s okay. I’m here. Let it out.’ His words poured out without any thought but to soothe her and continued even after his throat ached. The sound of her heart wrenching keen leapt off the concrete walls and.