The tears began to well. Stop maudlin, she told herself, and opened the car door to do something, anything to put what might have happened out of her ...mind. She had not undone her seat belt and had a silly couple of moments untangling herself.She headed to the gift shop in the hospital foyer. At its entrance were balloons, cards and various other silly trinkets. Even in usual times it would be hard for a forty-two year old mother of two daughters to know what to get. Then she noticed the café. " "I don't feel like it," she said still pissed. "We could go to the movies," I said a little questioningly. "That's not very special," she shot back. "That hardly makes up for forgetting!" Her mood shifted to tears again."Brenda, I'm sorry. I want to make it up to you. What do you want to do? I'll do it, just tell me?" "You think you can get off by just taking me out or doing one quick thing. Well it won't work, buster. I'm pissed and hurt." "Brenda," I said, "it's only half way through. The sensation of skin on skin was almost toomuch as I immediately started to thrust and match her motions. "Louder"I heard in my ear and I immediately obeyed the order with no thought thatI sounded I was having sex with some other girl named Michelle as thename escaped my lips louder and more furiously."Again Michelle, I love to hear you moan your name like a good littlegirl." Michelle, Michelle," I started to moan faster and faster, coming ever soclosely to orgasm when suddenly halfway. At a very young age and is thoroughlyAmericanized. We met in a bar in New York City whenCindy was celebrating her 22nd birthday. Three yearslater we were married. Now we’re in our late twenties and life is great. Imake a great salary, which means Cindy is free to spendher days shopping with girlfriends on Long Island(where we live), decorating our house, working out, andfucking as many guys as she can not necessarily inthat order. Cindy doesn’t have much trouble finding fuck.