We were both overwhelmed by how our love grew immeasurably in that ultimate bonding. When the first coupling ended in perfect harmony, we were both re...duced to tears by the beauty of the experience and our love for each other.I guess you’d say we liked it. We liked it a lot. We liked it six more times that night.The next morning, with bodies and specific parts rather sore, we awoke to plan our honeymoon. That’s right—the honeymoon was not planned until the day after the wedding because we had to. A lady was dragging her little girl out of the ladies' room, and a couple of other women stood there staring at us, their mouths open. When they saw me looking at them, they quickly left, too.I was totally mortified.I has totally blown it! If word got out about this, I knew I was doomed to be on my knees, sucking off men and women for the rest of my life. I couldn't even look over at Mrs. Barrlow, but I could caught her out of the corner of my eye, rubbing herself fast, and I could hear her. Not angry, but not disengaged either. Impinged? Humans might have said ‘intruded on’ or ‘took away’ or even ‘made you less independent.’ As to the first part, that has to be the stupidest argument I ever made in my life. To characterize seeing me every night I wanted him to see me as controlling was, well, embarrassingly absurd. As to the second part, I couldn’t think of a single thing he’d done either. I had to make a decision immediately. Did I look thoughtful or angry? If I looked thoughtful. While Wonder Woman was distracted and looking down, trying to push Cowboy’s boot and foot out of her aching, stretched and lubricating snatch, the Arab gave her a savage punch to her perfectly rounded stomach, burying his fist in up to the wrist, driving the wind out of her, and dropping her back onto her hands and knees again. The leader then swung his bat, overhand like an ax, and gave Wonder Woman a full shot to the back of her magnificent head, the force of the crushing blow plowing her.