"Well, this is just what amuses me," said Monte Cristo. "I am like Nero--cupitor impossibilium; and that is what is amusing you at this moment. This f...ish, which seems so exquisite to you, is very likely no better than perch or salmon; but it seemed impossible to procure it, and here it is." But how could you have these fish brought to France?" Oh, nothing more easy. Each fish was brought over in a cask--one filled with river herbs and weeds, the other with rushes and lake plants; they were. She was still upset. It went for about a week. I feeling pity about aunt and her unhappiness, so one day I decided to ask about her gloominess in any way. That day, while eating I again asked the same question.First she refused to tell me anything. I said “look aunty, if you don’t tell me anything, how will you overcome your sadness, and also how can I help you about your problem? I will do whatever to bring back happiness on your face!! Please tell me aunt, what happened?” after hearing such. She started on my back, loosening my bottoms to get in all the nooks and crannies. I flipped over, and she started again like I had at the top of her neck.”“Jesus, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. My boner may never go down, ladies,” I admitted.“That’s disturbingly sweet Randall,” Jennifer said getting up to top off our coffees. With everyone ready, she continued.“She rubbed my neck, and getting to my chest. She took her time, pinching my hardened nipples while she was rubbing. He was just as big as the first guy, but he moved real slowly.He said to the others. "Look, she must be dreaming. Look at her eyes moving under her eyelids. Shit this bitch is fucking us and she is doing it in her sleep. I bet she is thinking she is fucking her fucking shit of a husband, shit, she's good, she's fucking me, I'm holding on for dear life just to stay inside of her."He was right, he was stiff as a board above me, and I was fucking him, I was thrusting my pelvis up to him taking his.