In a room built for twenty-six permanent occupants, seven of them were named Bertha. I wondered if there had been a special on interments of Berthas, ...r perhaps there was a glut of bronze Bertha names. Whatever the reason, there were more Berthas in this room than in the entire population of the rest of the cemetery, which numbered some 27,000 strong. Weird. Returning to the main chamber, I checked the other two wings for break-ins or damage, and other than a fallen dead bouquet in the oldest. A couple of weeks ago my washing machine decided it had washed its last load and died on me. My husband was out of town for his job and I had to wait for him to return before we could get a new one. Aunt Joan came to my rescue by allowing me to do our laundry at her house.Wednesday morning I loaded all of our laundry into my car and went to John and Joan's. Soon after I got there Joan informed me that she had to go out and would be gone until late this evening. She apologized over and over for. I found better places for his cock than in his hand, or in mine. I climbed on him and took him inside me with a force the surprised both of us. That first time he barely lasted long enough for it to count, but then I sat there and showed him how slippery his semen was for my fingers to finish what we'd started.Though we began to fuck on a regular basis, and both loved the intimacy and heat of intercourse, we never turned our backs on what was the first love for both of us.I used to tell him. Ripping his goggles back, he narrowed his eyes and focused on Natanael a little farther down from him. They spiraled down, closer to the darkened surface. Thank the Divinity they were far from the busiest veins of traffic. Close to the building, no transports flew by. When Ashriel could barely see anymore, he halted his fall by beating his wings in reverse. “Put your goggles back on,” he heard Eriel shout not that far from where he was. Ashriel reached up and pulled them back down. He.