I was living with my wife in a two-bedroom apartment in a small four-story apartment building, we didn’t have children, and that was perhaps for the best. “What are you going to do with the towel?”
“Well I brought it so we’d have it in case we get tired from all the stroking and sweating and need to wipe off, right?”
She looked at me with a slight doubt, but said nothing and waited for me to take off her blouse and free her breasts which were so beautiful, even though she was lying on her back and they were a little flattened from her position. At one point, she flinched and I realized I had reached the seal of her virginity, so I pulled back. She gave him such a fierce look that I thought for a moment she was going to throw the trash bucket at his head, but she restrained herself and stormed down the stairs, because we lived on the second floor. “I don’t understand,” she said puzzled. She kept staring at my penis and
