"Edie asked, "Did you like it?" Heck, yes. I loved sex. My hormones were raging. Even today, I'm a nymphomaniac, but I only suspected it then." She pa...used to collect her thinking. "Two guys with really fancy video cameras moved around us, filming the two of us from every angle. Marge would remind me to not look at the cameras and to focus on her or Jake, and to put on a great sex show for the cameras. After a while, I actually forgot about the cameras and just focused on the sex – the wonderful. They were flipping a pile of papers and debating.“You look stressed out, has the cold gotten the best of you?” I asked.“You mean after you threw us under the bus Sunday or this pile of stuff,” Duke replied.“I did not throw you under the bus, I gave you a bull to take by the horns to use against the opposition; you haven’t been paying attention to what they are saying. I am surprised you aren’t taking advantage of it already. Do I need to supply a strategist and a speech writer to get you. It wasn't long before I was ready to cum. I hissed a warning, but Liv simply redoubled her efforts, sending me over the brink. I felt pulse after pulse fire into her warm, wet mouth and then my knees tried to buckle. Liv pressed her hands against my thighs, keeping me upright as she milked every drop from my flagging member.She smiled and licked her lips. "That should keep the fire stoked for a while," she said as she pulled my briefs back up and lovingly tucked me into them."Liv, let me return. I am NOT pregnant! Besides there are no other symptoms. Could you go and order us a marshmallow and anchovy pizza? I'm starving." Honey, that sounds a bit odd." Don't question me! I'm just hungry that's all. And if you can't order your wife a pizza because she's hungry, what kind of husband are you?" Alright, alright. I'll order you your pizza."*****Five months later:"Honey, run down to the grocery store and pick up a gallon of butterscotch ice cream and a jar of pickles. Please?"Steve had.