Sophie knew it, too. You know how close Sophie and Iwere. She loved you, George, she loved you deeply. Youalso know that she never really forgave you ...or theaffair until her last days. Yes, George, I know allabout the affair. She told me you tried everything tomake it up to her but she just couldn’t let it go. Itold her many times to let it go but she just said shecouldn’t.”“I loved my husband, George. Ted was a wonderful man.We had a wonderful life together. I’ll. It was almost all I could think about. Danny's penis was so exciting. I loved holding it and making it cum. What a thing to watch.And my breasts. I was so aware of my breasts, all the time, it was like they had spotlights shining on them. Sex was so different from everything else. So mind absorbing. It was all I was thinking about.The rest of my life, school and so on, was just something to get through until I could have Danny's penis in my hands again and his lips on my nipples. That's all I. I drove the rented station wagon to the Chevrolet dealer where the ladies were introduced to their new rides. Tara squealed her tires and roared out of the lot. Edwina chose to pull away sedately and Cary followed closely behind me all the way back to the farm. My truck was not quite ready and the sales manager promised to have it delivered by the first of the week.Tara and Edwina were joyously celebrating when Cary and I pulled into the front circle. The two of them were disturbed to discover. I knew you’d love it.”“Oh yes, I sure do. Dwyane, please don’t stop.”Did the Judy Weinberg of 1933 masturbate, had she experienced orgasms? She decided: of course she has; I would basically be the same horny person.She considered having him lick her slit, but her orgasm soon arrived and that became moot.“Oh my God, Dwyane, you’re making me come!” She moaned and rolled on the bed as the waves of pleasure went through her body.Afterwards, as she leaned back, it occurred to her: oh, I forgot to.