“Hold that thought,” I said, as I rushed to the stovetops and turned down the knobs as far as they went. While I was there, I figured I might as w...ll add the pasta: two kilograms per pan seemed about right, so eight bags. But then it needed a stir, so all in all I was busy for two or three minutes. It smelled wonderful, especially combined with the bread that was nearly done.“Okay, okay, okay,” I said, taking my place next to Mel and wiping my hands on a tea towel, which I then hid by tossing. Your hands ball into fists in my hair. Your reason is slipping, giving way to your need, your lust. Bring it darling, bring it to me.You let me go. Abruptly. Glaring at me. I turn. I look over my bare shoulder. Breathing heavily you run your hands through your hair. I stand still as you as swipe the cuffs off the table. You don't even have to ask, demand or order, I just do it. I cross my wrists behind me. Waiting. But hurry, darling. Do hurry. I only have so much patience.The. " She sort of shrugged and kept sucking as he left.Right then Del decided there is nothing more erotic than to have a man's wife suck you off while the man himself is forced to back down. He blew his nuts and stayed hard.Too many of the good old country boys have to pump up their courage with a few brews and yell a bunch of threats at each other. Then they take three or four swings, decide their honor has been avenged and they usually decide to go get drunk together. That was not Del's way, as. I did not want to think — or rather, there were things I did not want to think about. I had run out of things to read. I tried to ignore the sounds — the snores of those who had gone to sleep on the benches, with their cloaks as blankets if they had them, the heavy breathing and the loud or muted sounds of pleasure or pain from those who occupied benches but slept not, the drunken laughter and the sudden curses from the tables were cards or dice were played, the occasional shouts for more beer.