“The fuscha in the coat does a lot to bring out your eye color.”“I feel the same way about your dress moya lyubov. I want to peel that dress off... of you and have my way with you for hours.” Gregory Michaels told his wife.“Keep saying things like that and we might cut the night short and come back here.” She told him with a steamy erotic look on her face. “By the way, are we able to grab a snack before we get lost in the streets of Venice?”“Of course, you have only to wish it and it will come to. Positions, things I read on line, toys, everything. But she just couldnt let go of her stuffy upbringing that sex was not to be enjoyed. She would have made a great puritan. Sex for procreation only. Anyway, I should mention she was pretty damn hot. Blonde, 5 foot 7, great ass, above average legs and nice c cups. And not droopy bags, nice tits. The fact that she never wanted to be on top was a real bummer, they were great to see in action. But no matter the hotness, boring is boring. Anyway,. Her hand moved up and down continuously but slowly and every few seconds, she would bob on him, sucking gently. Zachary wanted to let her continue. He wanted to come in her mouth, feel her throat contract around him, but he wanted to please her as well. He wanted this night to go on forever but barring that, he wanted to keep her happy so that it would go on for as long as possible. “Sally,” he rasped. “I’m as hard as I’m going to get. If you want to fuck, you should stop doing that now, or I’m. Are you surprised?”“I am!” I chuckled.“Want to celebrate the Penguins victory?” she smirked.“I can’t think of anything I’d rather do right now! I didn’t bring rubbers, though.”“I did!” she laughed.“Smart girl!” I said, pulling her into my arms.May 18, 1991, Carol Stream, Illinois“The wedding service is really short,” I said. “I think Dave and Julia’s took about twenty minutes, total, start to finish. And there are no vows.”“No vows?” Jessica asked.“Correct. There are prayers, hymns, scripture.