. and I lost. At least... I lost the bet about going to bed with..." She started crying again, in great heaving sobs.Finally, she told him the whole s...ory. At least it seemed like the whole story, about Vito and what they had done, and about Harry Goldman. Johnny had no way of knowing that she had left out the part with Black Jack.As she spoke, describing everything that had happened between her and Vito, her husband wondered why he didn't feel more. He tried to picture his lovely wife in bed. I couldn’t possibly describe just how good it feels. You are absolutely phenomenal my darling!’ ‘And you are for me too!’ she gasped in a suddenly much louder voice. ‘And it’s starting darling! I’m coming again! Oh! Oh, I’m coming!’ she cried. Knowing that she was gave additional impetus to what I was already feeling, and then as her body tightened from her own contractions I felt that familiar, rising, searing surge begin. ‘Oh Bethany my love!’ I heard myself cry, unable to prevent my. I had to admit it was just as hard on Maria as it was on me.It was wash and rinse, wash and rinse, our hands and arms learning to dance together with every plate, cup, glass, knife, fork, spoon, utensil, pot and pan. Drying wasn't any simpler, and returning everything to its place in drawer and cabinet was a new lesson in cooperation. Hurrying was a recipe for disaster. One plate paid with its life, and sent both us down on our knees -- careful not to cut ourselves -- to pick up the pieces.. " Each slow thrust brought at a bit of noise of her pleasure. It eventually wound up in a frenzy of fucking each other. We both came independently as the pleasure for each of us was the enjoyment of the other. What a fantastic fuck this woman is. I did not want to come out of her."Honey, we have to quit. Darla will be home soon. There will be other times. You can always visit me, saying it is a business trip." I don't want to be so unfaithful to Darla." Sweetie, it is time you knew. Darla lost.