We're going to a show. Two. We're not going to a movie. Betty, you tell her." Stacy, I think they're taking us to a real show. A real one!" If you two...are funnin' us girls, you'll be in it deep, with no shovel." Nope. No funnin'. Four tickets to go see Phantom of the Opera. Center aisle, twelve rows back. Absolutely perfect." You miserable bastard! Making me go through all that, just so you could pull off a stunt like this! I oughtta knock your block off!"Instead, she leaned over and gave. Like my dick wasn’t already sore- and my knee HURT! I got on here and just surfed some trash. I got into some trash talk with some buds- even a STUBBORN one (and you know who you are, fucker!).So about 11:30 AM, I’m starting to flag. Tired- and if I don’t get some shit done, I’ll pay for it later when John gets home. And I’m thinking I need a NAP!Lo and behold, I hear this noise going on outside. I look out the window, and see that there’s scaffolding going up across the street and two. I was counting on that now. So, I focused completely on her breasts, fondling, sucking, licking and even a little biting. Jordan squirmed in my lap, grinding one cheek or the other against my erection. Honestly, it was more painful than helpful, but this was about getting her off, not me.During my time with Jordan, I had learned the signs of her impending explosions, and I had also learned how to maneuver myself so when she detonated, I wouldn't suffocate from her hugs. Her breathing quickened. I debated whether to tell her about the bet and decided not to. Didn'twant her to think I was crazy.I checked the Asian markets all afternoon and into the evening and thenwe headed to bed. Althea was a wonder at getting the best out of me,and our lovemaking always culminated in thunderous orgasms. Sleep cameeasily.***************************************The next morning, she was up early, and the smell of coffee roused me.I sneaked up behind her in the kitchen and gave her a squeeze throughher.