Chapter 11
I had just managed to get back to my room and urinate and straighten the room slightly before I heard a light knock on the door.
"Carol?" I heard a voice whisper. "Carol?"
I opened the door and peeked out It was Jack and his nephew.
"Come on in," I said. I opened the door only enough for them to slip in one at a time. Then I poked my head out into the hallway and made sure that no one had followed them. The hall was empty.
Jack was standing behind me when I closed the door. His nephew was standing silently next to him, and he looked self-conscious and ill at ease. He was staring at the bed.
My knees were trembling, and my heart was in my throat. I suddenly no longer felt in any way sexual. All I kept thinking was that I was crazy; that I had finally lost my mind.
What am I doing? I asked myself.
"Hi, boys!" I said out loud. The words came out so casually that they sounded sincere. I had surprised myself even.
"Hiya, Carol," Jack said.
"Hello," his nephew coughed.
"Come on in," I said. I led them into the bedroom living room. My knees were shaking as I moved. We all stood around, in front of the bed, feeling self-conscious and awkward. "Sit down," I told them.
Jack sat on the edge of the bed. and I walked over to the sofa, facing him. His nephew hesitated a moment, then walked over to the sofa and sat down. He scrunched himself up against the arm, pulling his body as far away from mine as he could. I felt contaminated.
"Well." Jack was smiling. He was the only one of us who apparently wasn't ill at ease.
"What's your name?" I said, directing the words to Jack's nephew. "I don't think we've been introduced."
"Alexander."
I waited for him to modify the word. "What do they call you? Alex or Al?"
"Alex, mostly."
"Good, Alex," I said. I smiled at him. I knew what he was going through.
"You'll have to excuse Alex," Jack said. "He's a little shy about this."
"If you'd rather do it separately...."
"No, no!" Jack insisted. "This is going to be something for him to remember all his life."
I had a growing feeling that that applied to me, too.
"Well," I said. My voice was heavy with finality. "Shall we begin?"
The boy's face paled.
"How about a drink first," Jack said. He drew a pint bottle from his coat. "To break the ice and get us in the mood."
I was thankful for the delay. My insides were trembling so badly that I was sure they would notice. But I was too afraid to admit I was scared. I didn't know how they would react. I could use a good, stiff drink.
"Good idea," I said. "I'll get some glasses from the bathroom."
"Don't bother. Well drink from the bottle." Jack lifted the bottle of clear liquid to his lips. He began to gulp it down. I tried to read the upside-down label to see whether it was Vodka or Gin. Whichever it was, it wouldn't matter much to me. I didn't drink, and I couldn't tell the difference if I did know. Whatever it was, I needed it badly.
"Sonofabitch!" Jack exclaimed. His eyes were red. "That was goo-oo-d!"
He held the bottle out to me, I reached across and grasped it. Without reading the label, I put the bottle to my lips and drank.
Fire ran down my throat. My tongue curled up in my mouth, and my eyes bulged out of their sockets. The liquid balked at my stomach, and I felt it try to rise up again. I forced it back down. A deep burning pain spread out through my stomach and made me lean forward to ease the unaccustomed sensation.
I handed the bottle to Alex without a word. I didn't dare talk. Threads of fire were sewing themselves throughout my stomach.
He took the bottle and drank from it. I watched his adam's apple bob as it flowed down his throat. He took the longest swig and didn't bat an eye. He handed the bottle back to Jack.
We passed the bottle back and forth twice more. By the third time I'd sipped from it, I was literally feeling no pain. My body was numb, like it belonged to someone else. My head felt as though it had been removed from my shoulders, and I found myself listening to my own voice in fascination. My voice sounded like an echo.
"That's wonderful!" I said. My words stuttered out between giggles.
"You're damned right it is!" Jack said.
Alex was laughing quietly to himself.
"Let me have another drink," I said. I tried to grab the bottle from Alex.
"Hold on," he said, laughing. "Hold it a minute!"
"Hey, Carol, now!" Jack said. His voice was easy and flowing, like the drink. "Don't get so stoned that you pass out on us!"
"I'd bet you'd love that," I said. "You'd take advantage of me in my weakened state, wouldn't you!"
"You're fuckin'-aye right I would!"
"Well, then," I said. "Come on over here next to me. You can't take advantage from there. I don't care how big your cock is!"
Jack weaved across to the sofa. I slid over to be in the middle. Alex looked up from his laughing and smiled at me. Jack fell down heavily.
"Come closer," I said to both of them. "And let me have another drink."
Both men slid closer to me. I was aware of their bodies pressed close to mine. Jack had his thigh pressed against mine, and he was rubbing it up and down. Alex had his hands in his lap, and I could feel the side of his arm against the swell of my tit.
Someone handed me the bottle. I lifted it to my lips, as I drank, I felt a hand begin to massage my right tit. It was Jack. He had his hand on the outside of my dress, squeezing his palms and fingers together.
As the fire slid down my throat, I felt another hand touch me, circling almost timidly around my other tit. It was Alex's hand.
"What have we here?" I said. My head was spinning from the excitement and the drink. "You dirty men!"
They kept their hands on me, squeezing and massaging each breast. I felt my nipples grow hard, and a pleasant warmness seemed to settle in my crotch.
"That's nice," I moaned. I had my eyes closed. Two hands, I thought. Two men! Two cocks!
"Carol," Jack said. "You got nice boobs, you know. Anybody ever tell you that before?"
I giggled without opening my eyes. "Yes," I said. "My husband."
"Your husband!" he exclaimed. "You married?"
"Shhh. Don't talk." I opened my thighs slightly, pressing my legs against each body. The fire had dripped from my stomach and was now burning in my cunt.
I felt a hand slip from my tit, then slide around behind my back. I leaned forward and the hand pulled down the zipper of my dress. I felt the material loosen and fall forward away from my tits.
"Better this way," Jack said.
The hand that opened the zipper slid over my shoulder and down into the front of the dress. It was Jack's hand, and he slid it hi place over my right breast. He cupped the silken material of the cloth bra, and rubbed his fingers across the tip, where my nipple poked out from the open cupped bra.
"Put your hand down inside," Jack said to Alex. "I think you're going to find something you'll like."
Alex followed suit. The dress pulled very tightly across my back and shoulders. He had to force his hand down the dress until he, too, was cupping my tit and playing with the naked nipple.
My eyes were still closed, and hot flushes of raw sexuality were washing across my body like a hot bath. I savored the sensuality of what was happening to me, and I dared to let my mind leap forward in time to imagine what else would happen. My cunt was wet, and my thighs were quivering. Only this time they were not quivering from fear any longer.
"Hummmmmr I moaned. "That's wild! Two pairs of hands! One soft and gentle, and the other hard and rough. One pinching and the other caressing. Christ! It's wild!"
I suddenly remembered the night from long ago with Fran and Kenny. That night, we were on a couch also. Mark and Kenny were working on me together then. But this night is better! A hundred times better. Neither of the men were Mark.
"Let me take my arms out," I suggested. "I don't want to rip the dress."
The hands slipped out, and I pulled the dress forward. I pulled my right arm free from the sleeve, and then my left arm. The material of the dress flopped forward and bent in half. My tits were revealed. I was naked to the waist.
The hands tightened around the tits again. They squeezed with different touches and tempos. Alex was caressing my breast lightly, allowing his fingers to tickle softly across the swell of flesh, flicking the nipple with his fingernail. Jack was rougher. His hands tightened around the tit and squeezed inward like he was squeezing a rubber ball. It felt as though he was grinding my flesh back against my chest. I could feel the thick callouses on the palms of his hands as they scraped excitingly across my nipples. The touch of Alex's hands was almost the complete opposite. His hands were soft and smooth, almost like a woman's hands. The contrast between the two touches sent shivers of fire through my cunt, and made my pussy twitch wetly.
"Is that all you're going to do is touch?" I asked. "Isn't anyone going to suck them?"
Jack was the first one to oblige my request. I felt his breath on the nipple before I felt his lips: it was hot, and it snorted thickly. Then his lips: I felt them close over the end of my tit, sucking the nipple up into his mouth. He hardly used his tongue, but instead, used his lips and suction. He drew on the nipple as though he were attempting to suck milk from it. I could feel his teeth every once in a while as they scraped across the nipple. His teeth were sharp, and they sent waves of excitement down through my stomach to tickle against my clitoris.
Alex dropped his head down after a moment. He had to turn his face to the side so that he wouldn't bang his head into Jack's. Their two faces were inches from each other, and I placed a hand on each man's head, and pressed them against my tits.
Alex was all tongue. A thick, wet, hot tongue. He lashed the nipple stiffly, beating it rapidly up and down as his mouth closed over the naked part of my tit. His tongue stroked the nipple as though it were a clitoris, and he were attempting to bring on my orgasm. His tongue was like wet friction against my nipple.
I could feel myself slowly going out of my mind. There was a different pleasure on either side of my body. On my left side, I felt a hard, squeezing pulling, with teeth chewing pleasurably against my tit On the other side, I felt a wet licking tongue that was awakening my nipple to levels of pleasure never imagined. Together, my body was torn with a crazy kind of sexual schizophrenic pleasure.
A hand fell from my tit and slid up my thigh. It was Alex's hand, taking for the first time the initiative. His mouth remained on my tit, and he ground his hand tightly against my groin, squeezing the flesh of my thigh. He wasn't touching my cunt directly-just teasing it with the hardness of the side of his hand.
Jack's hand followed. He slipped his hand over Alex's and cupped my cunt through my dress. He squeezed the mound inwardly with the same rough, thick fingers, and continued to chew his teeth against my nipple.
Alex's pushed Jack's hand, and it briefly slid across my cunt. His fingers tightened against me; different fingers, applying different pressures and touches. Alex's fingers were longer than Jack's, and I felt them curl under my body, touching the underside of my cunt.
Then Jack's hand returned, but Alex only relinquished a part of my cunt. Jack grabbed at the flesh, and Alex continued to caress the mound. I had two pairs of hands touching my cunt, and two sets of lips and teeth against my breasts. My body felt as though it was melting against the sofa.
It was my turn now. I took my hands from their heads and slipped them down between the two men. I put my hands on each's lap. I rubbed my hands up and down against each crotch, my finger's seeking their cocks.
I found Jack's easily. He pressed it into my open hand with an upward thrust of his hips. His cock was hard and thick, and t felt the heat from his excitement through the material of his pants.
Alex's cock was semi-hard, but it seemed longer than Jack's. I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed the flesh, feeling my fingers sink into his cock. Even though he wasn't hard, Alex began to moan.
"You can't feel it that way," Jack said, pulling his mouth away from my tit. "Let me help you."
Awkwardly, he reached across his body with his free hand and tried to free his cock. He was careful not to lift his other hand from my cunt, least Alex take possession of that choice softness. He struggled with his zipper, and his cock sprung free.
I wrapped my hand around it. The flesh was hot, and his cock was enormously thick. It wasn't particularly long, but he made up for it in width. I had to stretch to get my fingers around his stubby thickness.
Alex made no move to open his pants; he seemed content to suck on my tit and fondle my cunt.
But I wasn't content, and I slipped my hand up his crotch until I found his zipper. I pulled the zipper down and put my hand inside of his pants. I fumbled through his underwear, found his cock, and pulled it free.
The organ was still flaccid. But it was long; very long. It flopped up and down in my fist as I moved my hand up and down its length, attempting to arouse some life in it. The flesh was hot, but his cock was only semi-hard.
With both my hands wrapped around the two men's cocks, I began to jerk them off. I ran my fists up and down against their crotches, feeling the flesh of two cocks slide hotly through my hands.
Jack moved his hand first. The confines of clothing was frustrating for his fingers. He ran his hand down my thigh, to the hem of my dress, then he slipped his hand up the dress. His fingers touched my cunt. He cupped the mound, pressing his hard palm against the hair, and he pushed a finger down, between the lips of my cunt. My cunt was wet, and his finger slid through the lips and buried itself in my pussy. His fingers were like his cock-thick and stubby, and he jammed his finger up inside of my cunt. I pushed down with my hips to match his blunt, upward thrusts. He pulled his lips from my tit
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "She's got no panties on!"
For some reason the idea excited him. "No fucking panties!" he repeated.
"Don't waste your breath on Alex," I said. I moaned as his finger thrust in and out of my cunt. "He doesn't even have a hard-on!"
Jack leaned forward. "You're kidding."
Alex had moved his hand from my cunt when Jack began to explore under my dress. He had his hand back on my tit, and was holding it in place while his lips and tongue caressed the nipple. He pulled his face back when Jack looked at him, and a blush of redness colored his cheek.
Jack looked at his cock, still half-awake in my hand. It flopped back and forth like a dead fish as my hand moved up and down its length.
"What's the matter?" Jack asked. "Not interested?"
"No!" Alex denied. "I'm so fucking shook up, I can't believe it! I just can't get hard!"
"Maybe it's the drink," Jack suggested. "That happens sometimes."
I bent forward. "Maybe I can help."
I took Alex's cock in my mouth. It was soft and thin, and the flesh tasted cool and smooth. I forced his entire length into my mouth. It fit only because he wasn't hard, and the flesh bent and compressed against the wetness of my mouth.
"Suck him, Carol!" Jack cheered. "Suck his cock."
I wasn't altogether ignoring Jack. As I bent to suck on Alex, I turned my hand around so that I could still touch Jack's cock. My hand was bent behind me, and my fingers circled his thick organ. While I sucked on his nephew's prick, I still managed to move my hand up and down Jack's stubby cudgel.
Jack, too, wasn't just a voyeur. His hand was still on my cunt, and his finger was pushing in and out of the hole. His knuckles were pressed up against the front part of my cunt, and he was running the backs of his fingers through the hair on my mound.
Alex started to come to life. I felt his cock begin to stiffen under my tongue. I ran my lips over the crown of his cock, and felt it growing under my touch. His organ began to straighten and slip from my lips. I ran my face down his cock, and pressed my lips against his pants. I felt the head of his cock tickling against the back of my throat.
I began to pump my lips up and down Alex's cock, running my mouth from the tip of his organ to as far down as I could swallow without gagging. His cock was hard now, and I could only get about three-quarters of him into my mouth. My lips tightened around the sides of the organ as I plunged up and down. His cock was still rather thin, but now it was more than adequately long.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Jack said. "I'm getting jealous! Suck my cock, too!"
On the very next upward slide of my head, I disengaged my mouth from Alex's cock. It popped suddenly from my lips with a wet, smacking sound. I straightened my back against the sofa and tried to catch my breath for a moment before I applied my attack to Jack's organ. My head was spinning with the excitement and the pounding throb of the liquor that was finally making its effect.
While I breathed, Jack readied himself for his pleasure. He dropped his hand from my tit, and removed his hand from my cunt. He lay back against the sofa, with his legs parted slightly, with that thick, tree-like piece of flesh standing like a rocket from his open pants.
I tried to bend to the side and suck Jack's cock, but his organ was too short, and my side hurt. I could only get his head in my mouth.
I slipped from the couch to the floor, and pushed my way between his knees. I placed both my hands flat on his stomach and bent forward. I opened my mouth and began to suck his cock.
The sensation was strange. My mouth was accustomed to Alex's long, thin member. I had to stretch my lips wide to stretch them around Jack's cock. The strokes of my head were less severe, for Jack was smaller than Alex. I could fit his whole length in my mouth, but my lips were pulled into a wide O around his thickness.
Bending forward on my knees, I began to slide my mouth up and down along Jack's cock. I felt the sides of the fat organ slide past my teeth as my lips pulled in a thin line around the sides of his cock. My tongue slid back and forth in my mouth, applying friction to the head of the organ each time I pulled my mouth to the end of his tube. I wiggled my tongue into the slit on top of his cock, and Jack wrapped both his hands around my head, and pressed my open face against his crotch.
Finally aroused, it was Alex's turn to provide some excitement. From the comer of my eye, I watched him stand up from the sofa. His long, thin cock was still poking from his pants, bending slightly downward as he stood. He undid his belt buckle, and opened his pants. They fell down to his knees, and he was naked from the waist down. His cock of pale white flesh seemed almost colorless against the fine, white-blond forest of his pubic hairs.
"Jesus Christ!" Jack moaned, tightening his fingers around my head. "What a mouth! Suck it, baby! Suck it!"
Alex shuffled to a point behind my back. I followed him around as far as I could, watching him slide Ms feet forward in a rapid movement. His fallen pants, now bunched at his ankles, prevented him from moving any faster. I lifted my face as far as I could from Jack's crotch, but couldn't see where he was going.
A moment later, however, I found out. I felt something wet and moving against my ass. It was Alex's tongue.
He had flipped my dress up over my waist, exposing my naked ass and thighs. Since I was on my knees, sucking on Jack's stubby cock, my whole backside was exposed to Alex. Not satisfied, however, he slipped both his hands in between my thighs, and pushed them apart, so that my legs were open very widely. Then he bent forward and began to snake his long tongue up and down between the valley of my cunt and my ass.
His tongue started at the tip of my cunt, near my clit He rubbed the bud with a few, short prepatory strokes, and he began to slide his long, thin tongue down through the crack between my cunt. I felt his tongue insinuate itself between the lips, slide through the wetness, then push up violently inside of me when he reached my cunt hole. He pressed his face tight against my cunt and his tongue traveled the entire length down the wet passageway. Shivers of pleasure shot through my crotch each time he wiggled his tongue from side to side against the walls of my cuntal canal. My lips tightened around Jack's cock.
"Easy! Easy!" Jack moaned. "Suck it, don't bite it!"
I loosened my hold of his flesh, and Alex's tongue slipped from my cunt hole, and continued to travel up the crack of my cunt until he reached my ass. The tongue didn't stop there. It continued to move through the cheeks of my ass, flicking wetly at the excited flesh. His tongue slid against the tight circle of my anus, and fire exploded in my cunt. His tongue circled the puckered skin outside of the passageway, then pushed inwardly, hard and wet.
Pleasure made my knees weaken. I almost fell forward on top of Jack. I swallowed his cock until I could feel his crotch hairs tickling under my nose. I felt like moaning, but the fist-like hardness of his cock blocked the sounds and prevented their escape.
Alex curled his tongue into a hard, wet cylinder and pushed it forward into my ass. My body loosened in pleasure, and I felt him slide up inside of me. The pleasure became excruciatingly intense when he began to pump his tongue in and out like a piston. He slid it from side to side, wetting the interior walls of my ass with his saliva.
Jack, observing my excitement became more excited, and he began to pump his thick cock in and out of my wet mouth. He held me by my hair, pushing me down when he thrust his hips up, and pulling me back when he slid his cock out of my mouth. The tension of his cock, and the tempo of his thrusting made me know that his pleasure was growing serious now. He was past the build-up, foreplay stage.
Alex's tongue slid from my ass, and I trembled at the lick the air made against my naked, wet flesh. Alex's face and tongue were gone. But something else replaced it. A long, hard finger slid into my ass.
My anus tightened in pain around his finger. He slid his finger up into the lubricated passageway. He moved the finger as though it were my cunt he was penetrating, sliding it up so swiftly and hard, that its entire length was lodged in my ass before I knew what he was doing.
Pain and pleasure exploded in my brain! My muscles clenched shut around the unaccustomed hardness of his finger, thus heightening the pleasure and intensifying the pain. I felt a burning fire in the tip of my cunt, and I felt as though I had to go to the bathroom.
"Suck it!" Jack grunted. "Suck it!"
Alex slid the finger slowly from my ass. Waves of strange, erotic excitement gripped my cunt. I could feel his finger moving down the constricted passageway, confusing my body, and making me feel as though I were shitting sexually. The finger was out, and my anus closed convulsively, sealing off the entrance. I could feel my anal canal coming together in pain, like a balloon deflating with a slow leak. My ass hole quivered in disappointed relief.
I felt Alex straighten his body and press it against my wet, naked backside. I felt his long, thick cock press between my widely spread legs. He slid it under the tip of my cunt, fielding my clit excitedly. He humped himself like this for a few seconds, teasing my cunt in anticipation.
My mouth was a suction pump around Jack's cock. I was rocking my whole body up and down his cock, sucking him into my mouth as hard as I could.
I felt Alex pull his cock away from the tip of my cunt The organ stiffened, and it began to slide up and down the space between my cunt and my ass. He pushed it forward slightly, and I felt the tip of his cock slide in between the wet open lips of my cunt. He must have been holding his cock in his hand, brushing it up and down, for I felt it continue to slide upward, until it pressed against the wet soreness of my anus.
Panic shot through me. "No!" my mind screamed in the silence of my brain. The thought was so shattering that the words would not slip from my brain to my lips.
I felt the narrow, wet tip of Alex's cock play for a moment against my asshole, but then pull away, perhaps sensing my anxiety, and slide back down towards my cunt. The cock reentered the end flap of the lips, and Alex thrust his hips forward, and he penetrated my cunt.
I moaned against Jack's cock as I felt Alex slide his long, thin organ up inside of me. His cock plunged in smoothly, as though it fitted the wet sheath of my cunt in a perfect match. I could feel the crimp of his pubic hairs tickling my ass as Alex slid his cock up into the bubbling caldron of my cunt.
"Fuck herr Jack moaned. He held my head almost by my ears, and he was, sliding my mouth up and down his cock as though I were a masturbatory extension of his hands.
"Fuck her pussy!" he moaned.
Alex did. His cock slid in and out of my cunt like a fucking machine. I felt his narrow, finger-like probe slither up inside of my cunt, pushing him to a depth hardly touched before. The very narrowness of his organ enabled him to penetrate me to a depth few longer, larger cocks had been able to. With Alex, I felt none of the searing, burning pain of my cunt stretched like a wide mouth around a broad, pumping cock. Alex's fucking was almost effortless: slipping in and out, and sending wave after wave of pure sensual pleasure throughout my cunt.
Jack nearly had his back lifted off the sofa. His knees were bent upward against my face, and his head was pressed against the wall for support. His thighs began to tremble, and I knew he was building towards orgasm.
Jack's thrusting tempo was frantic: short staccato-like pumps of his stubby cock in and out of my mouth Alex's pushing was slower, cooler, but just as intense. My body was aware of the two rhythms, and my mind was alive with grasping clutches to match both cocks. In and out of both ends of me, the cocks slid-one fast and hot, the other, sensually slow and deliberate.
"I'm cominggg!" Jack moaned. He grabbed my head and crushed his cock down my throat. "Fuck her-I'm coming!"
Jack's cock was pushed so far down my throat that I didn't taste his come in my mouth. His cock opened up and began to pour its hot fluid down my throat. I swallowed lustily, savoring the warm, thick fluid that dripped into my stomach in slow, mucous blobs. Even though he was coming, I began to pump my mouth up and down Jack's cock.
I was aware of Jack's orgasm, when suddenly, I felt something wet and hot moving up into my cunt. Alex began to moan, and he grabbed onto my hips with his hands, and pulled my cunt back against his cock.
"Meee, toooo!" he grunted, informing Jack of his success.
I've never felt a cock come so much. The sperm kept on pouring from the tip of his cock. He was implanted so deeply in my belly that his orgasm felt like an enema in my cunt-like a garden hose shoved into my box with hot water flushing up into me.
I ground my hips back against Alex's narrow cock, and tightened my cuntal muscles down and squeezed his throbbing organ. At the same time, I sucked upward with my mouth, and felt the hot blobs of Jack's sperm splash against my tongue until dribbles of the milky fluid seeped from my lips and trickled down my chin. I was filling up with sperm-hot, spurting, thick come-pouring into my pleasure-wracked body from two ends-from my cunt and into my mouth.
I began to come. Insanely, uncontrollably, in total abandonment, I began to come. My cunt and my mouth became portals of pleasure through which flowed currents of untempered, exquisite sensation.
The orgasms didn't build and then explode. They burst spontaneously throughout my mind like a string of fire-crackers strung up and down my spine. The orgasms began at an intensity that they usually ended at, and they built upward from there. They were like shuddering crescendos; sexual cymbals crashing in my ears and sending waves and vibrations down through my cunt. The waves grew higher, and the vibrations shook at my cunt until I thought I would pass out from the pleasure.
I didn't, and instead, I fell forward, completely satiated, against Jack's stomach. My mouth was still filled with Jack's sperm, and it dribbled from my loose lips onto his pants. Alex's long, thin cock was still buried in my cunt, and he followed me down against Jack as I fell.
"You'll stain my pants!" Jack moaned in dismay. He pushed me off his lap and tried to mop up the sperm with a handkerchief. "My wife will kill me!"
I slipped to the floor at Jack's feet. Alex followed me down, with his cock finally slipping from my cunt. He was laying on top of me with his cock pressed between the cheeks of my ass. I felt his cock throb, then felt one more spurt of sperm. After that, his cock was silent, and the sperm grew cold and dripped off my ass.
I lay like a broken thing on the floor, too exhausted to move.
All this, I thought, the words falling like mosaic tiles into my awareness. All this, and we're still on the sofa!
I wondered what would happen when we finally got,, around to undressing and lay down on the bed?
Fortunately, I didn't have long to wonder.