But the second time? I went forever. And it got to where she had to ask me to cum. It was amazing. I could have gone on forever. The boobs she had. Th...e body. The moaning, groaning, and I can't tell you the last time I'd had sex with my wife twice in the same night, let along the same week.But what I didn't expect, years later, was to end up in situations where history would repeat itself. Especially with what happened and who it happened with. And especially not at my age. Funny thing? I've. “You ... you’re ... you’re ... an angel! You’re both angels!” Eileen crossed herself, having been a good Catholic prior to Fireball Day.“Yes, we are. Angels, that is. Do not leave with this party. Do not attempt to leave with them. Except for any women who fall pregnant to members of the Clarke tribe. There have been some changes of plans. All women impregnated by members of the Clarke tribe must leave with them. The rest of you must decide whether or not to join Adam Clarke or stay here and. At that point Alma Chambers threw him out. When I was a kid and would come trick-or-treating, Alma would tell us to get lost. She was a mean old biddy -- in her nineties, and living here with her spinster daughter Virginia. Ginny Chambers wasn’t much nicer.”“I didn’t know either of them,” the realtor said.“Mind if we look around?”“Go ahead.”Adam and Kara began looking over the house. “I love stone houses,” Kara said.“So do I. This place must’ve been built in the mid eighteen-hundreds.”“It looks. She was looking quizzically at him above the rim of her wine glass. ‘Oh, I was just reminiscing…’ He let his voice trail off and looked at her. Her glass was still almost full. ‘I thought you wanted wine,’ he said, indicating her glass. ‘I thought I did, too!’ She laughed. ‘Sorry!’ ‘No problem! Want a beer instead?’ ‘Sure,’ she answered, and then looked away toward the skier on the lake. He relieved her of the glass, and replaced it with a cold beer. ‘Enjoy!’ She tipped the bottle up and took a.