And our love-making that night was memorable to me. Next was another tragedy, Hamlet. Again, we spent the night together. That was followed by The Mer...y Wives of Windsor. It was quite amusing and Frieda was laughing throughout the play and even later in bed together. Those were followed by Coriolanus and Romeo and Juliet. Those two nights Frieda said she was busy and I didn't see her. I was hoping we would be together the coming weeked. The last play on that Friday, as you recall, would be The. Going into my second marriage I was determined not to make the same mistake. I worked hard and gave my second wife a good home, a vacation cottage at the lake, and a Corvette (a convertible at that). She had a membership at the country club, and basically, everything she wanted. She ran off with the club's golf pro. She told me I was "too material" for her and that I didn't meet her 'inner needs' (however, it didn't keep her from trying to leave with all the "material"). I submerged myself in. Once we had a contest to see who could shoot their cum the farthest. I won. After we each cum at least once, we get out the dirty paperbacks and read the best parts out loud.” Mrs. Baker clamped her vagina around my cock, making me jump. “Mmmm, that is so hot. I wish I could be a fly on the wall and watch you three! Does Bill have any favorite books?” “He likes the books about hippies having orgies. And he likes the one where the high school jock gets to fuck all the cheerleaders and his. Devlin handed her a snifter, and mimicked poshly ‘Milady… you haven’t changed.’ ‘Thankyou.’ She replied winking then downed the glass in a flash. It burned down her throat into her chest, heat flaring throughout her lungs. ‘Ugghh.’ Devlin suppressed a sad chuckle, as Morgan returned to the ball. He was so proud of his older sister, braver than he ever was, he was too afraid to even tell her that he was working for the admiral and even more scared to admit that it was against his will. If only.