"I can still feel them poking me, now I mean, today," she said, "but then I remember things tearing apart; I become numb and can only pretend. I'm not... good at that. There is no pleasure in the act, none, nunca, not for me."I kissed her fingers and held her hand while she told me that she had seen several doctors but that none knew anything about such a problem, two would not even discuss it with her and suggested that her lack of feeling was perfectly normal. A British surgeon had removed the. When I finally came we both moaned in unison. We again fell asleep spooning.It was after 8am when we stirred again. I had already decided to give the gym a miss. I got up and cooked bacon and eggs. She was amazed that they tasted so good. “You are just hungry” I said and we laughed. I sat watching her eat and I found it impossible to believe that the man who married this sexy woman couldn’t satisfy her. Of course I was happy to fill the gap in her life. As long as her husband didn’t find out of. . are you ok? That was some spectacular entrance.” Her voice was gentle and soft, like her body. The sound washed over me like a refreshing rain on a humid day. The vision in my vision was ... lovely. Her hair was sleek and full, just touching her soft, round, shoulders. Her skin was unblemished, nor beaten by weather. Her body seemed to be cloaked in perfect porcelain. I wanted to hold her instead of answer.Surprising us both, I found my voice. “What happened? I seem to be a little. She comes close to me as I stand up. She puts her lips just inches away from mine looking straight into my eyes. She tells me to make her my bitch. I then grip her hair and pull her head behind exposing her stretched neck. I kiss her right above her cleavage.By now she wanted me so badly that she had already gripped my penis. She was stroking it up and down. I carried her to the nearest bedroom naked and threw her on the bed. I brought the bottle of vodka and poured it on her breasts while.