" Kelly turned her back to me, stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her. For a little while I sat on the couch in silence. I couldn't ...ake any sense out of this situation. Before she went to work at JTandR Kelly never really cared much about money. Writing poetry, listening to music and taking the time to cook a nice dinner, those were the things that used to motivate her. Oh and of course sex. She always loved sex. Kelly lived for sex. It was the greatest joy in her life. I. "Less sex, more study," was what my dad told me. I wanted to be a teacher. I succeeded and am now retired from my chosen profession.I might ramble a lot in telling you my story. Please bear with me, because I have to type it as I remember it, or I might forget it. Don't want the readers to lose out on hearing about such quality sex. That's funny - quality sex - most of my younger days was quantity, get it while I could, sex.I met and married my wife in my junior year of college. The sex with. " I looked incredulously into her eyes. She simply smiled and gathered up her things. We left the bar together.We hailed a taxi and decided we would continue our fun and games at a hotel a couple of blocks away from the bar. This was a cab ride I would never forget. The whole way she kept her legs draped across my lap allowing me to stroke, caress, and toy with them to my heart's content. The attention was obviously stimulating to her as well as she would moan softly under my ministrations.. Lastly, I asked her if I needed a condom or not?”“And she said, what—You mean you want to make love?”“Exactly—almost exactly,” I confirmed.“Right after you left your house, Ruby called me and told me what happened. She told me to do whatever it took to keep you from being upset with her for the rest of her life.”“Richie-poo, will you make love to me?”We were naked quickly, Marie was in a little better shape than Ruby, but she was over ten years younger than her sister. I got alongside her and I.
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