“Take me to the bed and make love to me,” she says in a hoarse whisper. Her lust has turned into a raging river of hunger.Diana withdraws her fing...r from Page’s body. She rinses the soap off Page’s torso. She then stands up and gets out of the tub. Grabbing a towel, she quickly dries off her body. She helps Page out of the tub and dries her too. Then she eases Page onto the nearby bed. Diana gazes lovingly down at Page. “You remind me of someone that used to be here. You are incredibly. "Next time I want to watch him fuck you in the ass," she whispered. She felt satisfied and happy for the first time in years and she knew that their marriage was stronger than it had ever been. "I love you Bill." "Next time?" Bill asked playfully. "How about now." He'd just cum but he was still horny and wondered how fast Tyrone could get it up again. "Are you game Tryone," Denise asked as she started to play with his flaccid cock. She kissed her way down his strong muscular body and started. Where everything kind of seems surreal. Kind of like I am an observer who is there in the middle of the action but not really a part of it. It is weird. I feel like writing, stories, filled with hope and dreams and glimpses of worlds never before seen. Then the mood passes and I feel that door to the world I have seen, slowly close and seal itself, never to be opened again. Footsteps echoing hauntingly down a deserted stone hallway. Reverberating and bouncing from wall to wall down to the. They were BFFs before the phrase was invented. They were each other’s maids of honor and a godmother to a kid. Mom’s lips pursed when I said Marilyn was Catholic, but she didn’t say anything.“Still, it could have been worse. At least she’s a Republican,” I finished.“Carling! I am not! I’m a Democrat and you know it!” protested Marilyn.At that comment Mom’s eyes lit up with a look of laughter, and Suzie and even Hamilton broke into laughter. It was my father’s turn to see red! More than a few.