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   Do This (MF,ROM) By K.B.  Penner

   Copyright 2001 K.B.  Penner (kb_pennerREMOVE@yahoo.com)

   This story is intended for adults so if you're under 18 or if stories
involving sexual situations are not legal for you to read where you live,
go away.



   Do This

   I arrived home on Thursday at five as usual.  There were sounds coming
from the family room so I called, "Hi Hon, I'm home".

   "I'm in here," Becky's voice called back.  "Come on in."

   I put my brief case on the hall table and walked to the rear of the
house.  Rounding the corner, I was treated to a nice view of Becky sitting
naked in the computer chair in front of the picture window that looked out
at the fifty-acre woods that formed our back yard.  This was something I'd
never seen her do in the ten years we'd been married.

   "Nice outfit," I said with a grin.

   "Glad you like it," she shot back with an even bigger grin.

   "Is it my birthday or something?"

   She turned to face me with her legs spread slightly so that I could see
that her pussy lips were puffy.  The nipples I loved to suck for long
minutes were erect too.  She was turned on and she wanted me to know it. 
"It can be your birthday if you want it to be." Her eyes smoldered.  "Is
there something you'd particularly like as a present?"

   "I can think of a few things," I replied, with what I hoped was a sly
grin." What's possible?"

   "Absolutely anything you'd like," was her answer.

   Becky and I had always had what I thought of as an active sex life, with
few activities we hadn't tried, but this was something new.  I wondered
what had triggered this new game but I wasn't willing to ask just then for
fear of chilling Becky's obvious arousal.

   I didn't have to wonder long though.  Becky said simply, "Go take a
shower and come back here naked.  Then I'll tell you what's going on. 
Okay?"

   "Silly question," I said with a big smile.  "Don't let yourself cool off
while I'm gone."

   One of her hands went to her crotch and she began stroking her clit with
a slightly bent finger while her eyes stayed fixed on me.  "I won't.  Just
don't take too long."

   I almost ran to our bedroom, taking off my suit coat and unbuttoning my
shirt as I went.  I kicked off my shoes and tossed the suit coat, pants and
shirt onto the dresser.  In the bathroom I started the shower and hurriedly
stripped off my underwear and socks.  My erection got in the way and slowed
me down a little but soon I was soaping and rinsing quickly but taking a
little extra time to make sure my erect cock was squeaky clean.

   Within two minutes, I was out of the shower and drying with a big towel.
When I was mostly dry, I walked back to the family room, my cock bouncing
stiffly.

   Becky didn't see me enter the room.  She was still sitting in the chair
but her eyes were closed, her head was leaning backward.  She was playing
with her pussy with one hand and squeezing her breast and nipple with the
other.

   I walked over to her and said softly, "May I help you come, sexy?"

   Her eyes flipped open but her hands didn't stop what they were doing. 
Her breathing was deep but regular so I knew she wasn't about to have an
orgasm but I could also tell that she was a long way from being calm.  She
stared at my erection and said, "Yes, but not yet.  I have other plans at
the moment and I need to tell you why."

   I simply said, "Okay."

   She reached out with the hand that had been on her breast, wrapped her
long fingers around my erection and gently pulled me toward her.  When my
knees pressed against her soft thigh, I looked down and saw that her finger
was still between her legs but was now moving much slower.

   Her hand stayed on my cock and she looked up at me.  "On Tuesday I
answered the phone.  A woman said, 'Hello, Becky?' I said yes and asked who
it was.  She said that it was Jill and that she had some instructions for
me.  I told her that I didn't know a Jill and that she must have a wrong
number.  She apologized for bothering me.  Then she repeated the number she
thought she had dialed and I said that it was our number so she must have
been given our number in error."

   Becky was still holding my cock and stroking her pussy almost absently
as she continued.  "So Jill asked if my name was really Becky and when I
assured her that it was, she commented that it was quite a coincidence.  We
talked for awhile and I learned that the Becky she thought she was calling
lives only a few blocks away and is thirty-two years old like me.  She told
me that Becky was her prot g , her student in the art of interpersonal
relationships.  I asked her what that meant and she chuckled before telling
me it meant that Becky was learning how to enjoy herself completely when
she interacted with men.  Then she added, 'In the usual ways'."

   Becky's eyes were still looking up at me while her hands were busy at
her sex and mine but I couldn't tell if she was really seeing me or just
staring through me.  Before I could think about it further, she continued
with her story.  "I had nothing better to do and I was enjoying talking
with Jill so our conversation went on for quite a while.  Before long she
was telling me about her most pleasurable sexual experiences with men and I
was listening as if this were the most natural topic in the world.  Then
she began asking me extremely personal questions and I found myself
answering."

   "What did she ask?" I said softly.

   "She wanted to know if I have orgasms when we're having sex and when I
said I did, she asked if I had them when you were inside of me or only when
you or I were stroking my clit.  I told her that I had them both ways but
more often while my clit was being rubbed.  Somehow I couldn't help but
tell her the truth."

   I remained silent, hoping that she'd tell me everything without having
to pry it out of her.  She had always been uncomfortable talking openly
about her sexuality and I hoped that this was changing because I found it
an intense turn on.

   "She asked me," Becky continued dreamily, "if I liked sucking your cock.
I told her I did.  When she asked if I liked to have my pussy eaten I said
that it was my favorite activity, right behind fucking."

   I almost fell over in surprise.  Becky had never been able to use the
word outside of our bed, not even when we were alone in the house.  Now it
spilled from her mouth as if it were the most normal thing she'd ever said
and I began to realize that she had really opened up to this Jill woman.

   "I told her about our favorite positions and how often we did it and
where.  I even admitted to her that I had fantasies and what they are. 
Then she asked me if I'd like to have my sex life taken to a new level.  I
told her I would but only with the man I love, not someone else.  She said,
'That's the only way I'd let you learn'.  I was relieved that she didn't
mean I should have sex with strangers."

   Me too, I thought.

   "So Jill gave me her phone number and told me to call her at two the
next afternoon.  When I did, she asked if I was alone.  When I said yes,
she asked if my phone had a speaker.  I told her that the one in the family
room did and she told me to go there and put her on speaker.  When I'd done
it, she told me that my lesson was about to begin and that I should take
all my clothes off, stand in front of a window and tell me what I could
see.

   "I felt kind of stupid standing there by the picture window describing
our woods but Jill said I had to describe every detail I could see, so I
did.  She coached me when she thought I might have left some detail out and
after a few minutes, she said I had done well and could stop.  She asked if
there was any possibility that someone might see me at the window and I
told her that the neighbors on either side might see me if they were in
their yards but that the houses are far apart so they'd need binoculars. 
She said, 'Too bad they don't have a better chance of seeing you.  It would
make things more interesting.  Now put one foot up on the window sill and
masturbate until you have an orgasm.' At first, I thought I didn't want to
do that but after reconsideration, I did it.  It felt kind of kinky doing
it in front of the window and it took a long time before I could come."

   In my mind I saw a picture of Becky masturbating with her foot up on the
windowsill.  My cock must have jerked at the thought because she blinked as
if coming out of a trance and said, "Hmmm, feels like you're interested in
what I did.  You're not gonna' come already are you?"

   "No, but if you don't want me to come all over your luscious body, don't
move your hand too much," I said with a grin.

   She smiled and went back to her story telling.

   "Jill told me how to masturbate better so I'd give myself more pleasure
and have more control over how long it took me to come.  I learned some
things I'd never even heard of before and when she had me masturbate the
second time I had a fantastic orgasm.  It was almost as good as the one you
gave me in Jamaica.  Remember?"

   "Oh yah.  I remember," I said, thinking of the beach at night and
fucking like a pair of mink under the stars.  Becky had come so hard I'd
thought her pussy was going to strangle my cock.  It had been great.

   "Jill told me to stay naked and practice at least once every two hours
during the day while you were at work.  More often if I could handle it. 
She told me to call her again at two on Thursday, today, ready to have my
next lesson.  I did as she instructed and found out something I didn't know
about myself.  I have a capacity for multiple orgasms."

   Becky was smiling up at me with a gleam in her eyes that I recognized as
her horny look.  I love that look.

   She continued, "When I called her today, Jill asked me if I was naked. I
said I was and that I'd had five orgasms already today.  She complemented
me and said she figured I was still aroused even after coming so many
times. She was right, I was and that amazed me.  I asked how she knew and
she told me that that it always happened to her too.  She said that the
only thing that really satisfied her completely was a stiff cock and a romp
in the hay with her lover.  I asked if she had more than one lover and she
laughed.  'Yes, I do,' she said.  'But all of them are my husband.  He's
amazing.  We learned from an acquaintance how to make our sex fantastic
almost every time'.  When I asked her to tell me more she said she'd tell
me sometime but not now.

   "She had me do myself again, this time in the chair I'm in now.  I had
to describe everything I did in detail so she'd know I was doing everything
correctly.  She gave me a few more tips and I came again, number six for
the day.  Then she told me to massage my nipples in a special way until my
pussy began to clench, all on its own.  It felt great and I thought I might
have number seven without even touching my clit but Jill stopped me before
that happened.  She said she wanted me to try something else."

   "Did it have anything to do with holding your husband's cock while you
make him so horny he wanted to jump your bones in the front yard, in front
of all the neighbors?" I asked with a grin.

   "Why, however did you know?" she chided me, a big grin on her face. 
Then she said, "No.  She taught me how to play with my pussy for a long
time and stay on the brink of orgasm without going over the edge.  That's
what I've been doing the whole time I've been playing with your poker,
love."

   "Very interesting," I said with a slight groan as Becky slowly slid her
hand down and then up my cock.  "How do you do it?"

   "That would be difficult to describe to a man," she said lightly.  "But
I'll try to teach you how to do it sometime.  I think I can show you just
how to play with my pussy for maybe two hours before I can't stand it
anymore and beg you to put this," she pumped my cock again, "into me and
screw me until my eyes cross."

   Delicious pictures passed through my mind and I wondered if she had
learned anything about how to drive a man crazy.  She was doing a great job
at the moment.

   "Then you came home," Becky said slowly, "and Jill told me to have you
shower and come back naked.  She's been listening to everything we say."

   I was surprised, then shocked as a sultry voice came from the speaker
phone.  "Hi Brian."

   Thoughts of lost privacy raced through my head and for a moment I
wondered if this Jill might be a threat but then realized that it was an
extremely remote possibility.

   It took me a few seconds to recover my composure.  Becky was obviously
concerned that I'd be upset.  I could see it in her expectant expression so
I put her at ease by smiling and caressing her breast and squeezing her
stiff nipple gently.  She smiled lovingly and said loudly, "Brian, Jill. 
Jill, Brian."

   "Hi Jill," I called toward the phone.  "You seem to have done quite a
job with Becky."

   "I'll take that as a complement," Jill said.

   "As it was," I replied, trying to put a smile in my voice.

   Jill said, "I think you're both ready for the next step.  Are you
willing to follow my directions, Brian?"

   No use stopping now, I thought.  Of course, in my high state of arousal,
I was ready to agree to almost anything so I answered Jill with a quick,
"Sure.  What do you want me to do?"

   "First," Jill said, "I need you to answer a few questions with complete
honesty.  Okay?"

   "Ask away," I said to the phone, caressing Becky's breast again.

   "When was the last time you had an orgasm, Brian?"

   I hesitated.  I had masturbated two nights ago while Becky slept beside
me but I didn't want to hurt her feelings.

   Jill must have been a mind reader because she said, "It's alright,
Brian. You won't hurt Becky's feelings if you gave yourself a hand job. 
Most men do it pretty regularly and it's actually good for you to do it."

   "Two nights ago," I admitted reluctantly, watching Becky for a reaction.
She squeezed my cock and smiled at me as if to say, "it's okay love".

   "Thank you, Brian," Jill's voice said.  "That's good because you've had
plenty of time to work up a good head of steam.  You should be able to give
Becky a great orgasm after you learn a few easy techniques." I could hear
the smile on her face and I wondered what she was doing at that moment. 
Probably sitting there playing with herself and getting a kick out of
making Becky and me hot, I thought.

   "Becky," Jill said, "Turn to face Brian and put your knees outside of
his.  Take your hand off of him and describe his cock and balls to me."

   As Becky began speaking, I knew why Jill had made her describe our yard
in detail.  She'd been teaching Becky how to see details people normally
missed.  Becky described my sex organs in extreme detail, leaving nothing
to the imagination.

   "Brian's cock is completely erect and only six inches away from my face.
It is so stiff that it's standing straight up and the dark red head is
touching his stomach.  He's circumcised so I can see every vein that twists
up and around the shaft and the thick tube under it.  The shaft is thicker
half way up than it is at the end," she quivered noticeably as she said
this, "and I know that this is what I feel so wonderfully when he slides it
into me."

   Jill's voice came from the phone.  "Did you know she could feel that,
Brian?"

   "No.  I didn't," I said quietly, looking into Becky's eyes as I spoke.

   Becky hadn't finished yet.  "There's a little cup shaped indentation
around the base of his cock where it meets his body and his pubic hair
seems finer there.  Below that hangs his beautiful skin sack and its
contents of two plum-shaped mysteries."

   Jill asked, "Have you ever taken the time to carefully examine those
mysteries, Becky?"

   "No, I guess I haven't."

   "Then now is the time.  Take his sack gently in your palm and roll them,
one at a time, with your fingers.  Gently, remember.  They're very
sensitive."

   Becky's hand slipped down and cupped my balls softly as our eyes locked
again.  Her fingers felt wonderful on me and I must have groaned softly
because Jill said, "That's it, Becky.  He likes what you're doing.  Feel
both of them.  Lift them to feel their weight and when you've done that,
pull them downward gently until his skin stretches just a little."

   I moaned again when Becky did that.  I was beginning to worry that I
might come right in her face but Jill's voice brought me back to reality
for a moment.

   "Does that feel good, Brian?"

   "It feels wonderful!" I answered truthfully.

   "And what does it make you think of?" Jill asked with just a hint of
whimsy in her voice.

   "It makes me want to fuck Becky and eat her pussy and suck her nipples,"
I said without taking my eyes off of my wife.

   "And what does it make you think of, Becky?" Jill asked, now with an
obvious smile in her voice.

   "Sucking cock," was Becky's simple answer.

   Jill actually laughed lightly and said, "Hmmm.  I wish I could see the
two of you making each other hot."

   There was a short silence, during which Becky kept feeling my balls and,
at the same time, stroking her pussy slowly.  Then Jill asked Becky, "Is
there any fluid at the tip of Brian's cock?"

   Becky let her eyes fall to my cock and told Jill that there was indeed a
large bead of clear fluid standing at the tip of my cock.

   "Then it's time to move on," Jill stated matter-of-factly.  "Becky, I
want you to lie on the floor on your back, with your legs spread as far
apart as you can get them comfortably.  Brian, I want you to stand between
her legs with your feet touching the insides of her knees."

   Becky released my balls and stopped stroking her clit.  I stepped back
and let her lie down.  When she was in position and I was standing between
her legs, I looked down at her and found her staring up at my cock as if it
were the first time she'd ever really seen it.  She smiled and, without
moving her gaze, said, "Oh, that is a beautiful big cock you have, my
dear."

   I felt like I must be blushing, which I realized was ridiculous since
only my wife and I were in the room.  Recovering quickly, I said, "And you
look absolutely fuckable, love."

   "In due time," Jill said from the speaker.  "For the moment I want you
each to play with yourself but only extremely slowly.  You are each to
watch the other's hand on their sex.  If you feel like you're about to come
I want you to say, 'I'm too close,' and stop all movement.  Now begin."

   I gripped my cock, shuddered a little as my fingers slid up to its head,
and encountered the lubrication waiting at the tip.  I let my fingers
spread the fluid and felt my cock throb, producing a new drop.  I forced my
eyes to stay open and looked down at Becky's hand as it slipped into her
crotch and her finger began making circles around and over her clit which
was now big enough for me to see easily from almost six feet above her.

   The only sounds I heard for the next minute or so were the occasional
sharp intakes of breath that overtook each of us as our levels of
stimulation rose higher and higher.  I was getting ever closer to coming
but I didn't stop because I didn't want Becky to stop because it was so
erotic watching her below me.

   Finally I was getting so close that I was afraid I'd spurt onto Becky so
I said, "I'm too close," and I stopped masturbating.

   "Becky, are you close too?" Jill asked.

   "Very." Becky admitted breathlessly.

   "Then stop and take your hand away from your pussy."

   Becky almost sobbed as she said, "Ohhh."

   "Now both of you are climbing the wall of lust I wanted you to discover.
You're almost to the end.  Becky, lift your legs up, raise your butt above
the floor and put your knees near your armpits, and on the floor.

   I watched in amazement as Becky lifted her legs, grabbed both feet with
her hands and got her knees almost all the way to her armpits.  Her feet
were way up beyond her head.  I had no idea she was this limber but I
wasn't complaining because the position she was in made her pussy gape open
before my eyes and spread her ass cheeks too.  I was watching her love
juices flow slowly down over her puckered asshole, glinting in the
reflected window light as it clenched and relaxed rhythmically.

   Jill must have had a mental picture of Becky because she said, "Brian,
how's the view?"

   All I could say was, "Oh wow!"

   "I thought so," Jill said with a knowing grin in her voice.  "Now get
down on all fours, straddling Becky, with your cock aimed at her pussy. 
Then stretch your legs out straight behind you until you're in position
like you're going to do pushups.  I want you to balance on your hands and
toes and when you're there, tell me."

   I knelt, wishing she had told me to bury my fact in that luscious pussy,
but I followed her instructions and was soon straddling Becky, touching her
only lightly with my arms at her shoulders.  "I'm ready," I called out
toward the phone.

   Jill didn't waste any time.  "Becky, use your hand to guide his cock to
the entrance of your pussy and let him slid in.  Try not to move your feet
as he does it.  And Brian, slide your cock into her very slowly because
you're going to go in deeper than you've ever been before and you might
reach the end of her tunnel.  The only place you should be touching each
other is cock and pussy.  Go slowly and let me know when you're in as far
as you can get."

   I swear that Becky had two small orgasms as I was sliding into her
wonderfully wet pussy.  Her pussy walls gripped me rhythmically and her
eyes glazed but she never moved anything except her inside muscles.  Her
nipples were as stiff and as bright pink as I'd ever seen them, which I
found as erotic as all hell.  I wanted to move my cock in and out of her
powerfully but forced myself to be still as I said to the phone, "I'm all
the way in, Jill."

   "Good," she said.  "Now rock forward and back slowly but don't lift up
at all.  I want you to do this until I tell you to stop."

   I rocked forward slowly and felt the base of my cock strain against
Becky's upper pussy wall while the sensitive tip slid the other way, across
what I believe was her cervix until it pressed against her bottom wall. 
Then I rocked backward and felt the whole process reverse.

   Becky was gasping for air with every rocking motion and after only four
or five of my moves she wailed and began to cry.  I was going to stop
because I was afraid I was hurting her but just then, Jill said, "She's
starting the longest orgasm she's ever had, Brian.  Don't stop.  She'll
tell you when she's had enough and if you keep yourself from lifting up
you'll get hotter and hotter without coming."

   It was true.  Becky screamed louder than I'd ever heard her scream
during sex and each time I rocked she seemed to go higher and higher into
her orgasm.  Her head was thrashing from side to side and I could see tears
streaming from the corners of her tightly closed eyes.  Her face was
contorted into a picture of mixed pleasure and pain.  The view of her
coming like that was so erotic that I thought I'd come just from watching.

   After what seemed like more than five minutes of her writhing beneath
me, Becky finally went limp, gasped breathlessly and said in a hoarse
whisper, "Enough."

   Immediately Jill's voice said, "Stop rocking, Brian.  Put your knees on
the floor and rest while Becky recovers just a bit."

   A minute or two later, Becky was still weeping softly but her breathing
was becoming more even and her pussy was squeezing my cock less often. 
When she finally opened her eyes and looked up at me, it was with the most
loving expression I can ever remember seeing on her face.  She left her
legs way up but her arms went around my back and her hands slid down to my
hips.  Then, without a word she began pressing my hips first up and then
down, making my cock begin to slide in and out of her.  The sound of our
fucking was a series of loud squishes and was soon drowned out by my own
gasping for air.  It was the best fuck of our lives and it wasn't over yet.

   I pushed my hips up and down faster and faster, slapping my body against
Becky's harder and harder.  I felt like one huge cock.  No body, no brain,
just a cock that was so sensitive it should have been painful but instead
felt exquisite.

   I pumped in and out of Becky's cunt faster and heard myself groan loudly
in as my cock exploded deep inside of her.  Her pussy clenched and released
me time after time while her fingers dug into my hips and my cock just kept
spurting.  It felt as if my orgasm would go on forever but after many
strong spurts I finally shuddered, spurted weakly one last time and
collapsed onto Becky's sweaty body.

   Both of us lay there for long minutes, panting against each other.  I
had never had an orgasm as strong as that in all the years we'd been
together and I felt sure Becky hadn't either.  Her hands tenderly stroked
up and down my back for long minutes and when I had finally recovered
enough to think straight, I began to wonder if my weight on her was
uncomfortable.

   "Should I get off of you?" I asked quietly.

   In answer, she tightened her arms around me, making sure I couldn't
move. Then she said, "No.  I want to feel your cock soften inside of me and
right now I feel like I want you to stay on top of me forever."

   I realized that I felt the same way.  If I could have stayed there
forever, with my hard cock buried in her to the hilt, everything would have
been perfect.  I lifted my head and put my lips on Becky's, kissing her
passionately for a long time.  As we kissed, she squeezed me with her arms
again, this time with all her strength.

   Our breathing returned to normal a few minutes later but we still clung
to each other like a pair of teenagers after their first lovemaking in the
back seat of a car.  I felt totally drained but at the same time,
completely refreshed and deeply in love with my wife.

   Much later, I asked, "Aren't you awfully stiff?"

   Becky laughed and said, "Isn't that my line?" Then she admitted that she
was indeed getting stiff.  I smiled and realized that my cock had softened
in her pussy and had shortened to the point where it would slip out of her
if I moved even a little.  I slowly lifted myself from her and watched my
cock come out because I wanted to see that wonderful view of her pussy one
more time.

   When we lay stretched out on our backs, side by side, Becky whispered a
single word.  "Wow!"

   In response, I patted her hand.

   We both jumped a little when Jill's voice spoke from the phone again. 
"I take it you two enjoyed yourselves?"

   It was an obviously rhetorical question but I decided to answer anyway.
"You wouldn't believe the wonderful aroma of sex in this room.  That was
the best sex we've had in years!  Thank you."

   "Don't worry about thanking me," Jill said.  "I got my satisfaction
while you two were pretending you were making love for the first time."

   "Sounds like a new definition for phone sex," I joked out loud.  "Should
I be asking you what you're wearing?"

   "Sure you should", Jill agreed.  "I'm wearing my favorite outfit, my
birthday suit.  And I'm sitting in an easy chair, on a towel.  I think I'm
going to have to wash the towel before I can use it again.  It seems to be
more than a bit wet in the center.  But you two had better sex than I did,
I assure you."

   Becky spoke next.  "That was wonderful, Jill.  I never knew we could
have sex like that.  We're going to have to do this often." She squeezed my
hand as she said that.

   "I'm sure it was great," Jill replied, "but it took a lot of building up
to ecstasy before the main event took place.  Without the preliminaries,
you would have had just plain old sex.  Nice, but not fantastic.  And one
more thing you should know.  What you just experienced was just the
beginning.  Believe it or not, you can have even better sex than you just
had.  It will be different than what you just experienced but I think
you'll agree that it will be even better."

   I found that hard to believe.  How could anything possibly be better
than what we'd just done?  Then again, I thought, a few hours ago I
wouldn't have believed that what we just did was possible.

   Becky spoke as if she could read my mind.  "Ah, Jill?"

   "Yes Becky?"

   "Can we contact you again sometime.  Maybe for another lesson?"

   "Sure," Jill answered lightly.  "You just have to follow instructions
and let go of some inhibitions.  If you're interested after a few days have
passed and you've come down from the high you're still experiencing, give
me a call.  I'll tell you what you'll have to do and then you can decide
whether to proceed.  Okay?"

   Becky and I spoke in unison.  "Yes."

   "I have a couple of questions now, though," I said toward the phone. 
"Why do you do this and how did you learn to do it?  I'd think you could
earn good money helping couples have sex like we just did."

   "Well," Jill began, "Several years ago I got a call like Becky did two
days ago.  The woman taught me how to have spectacular orgasms with my
husband, and by myself.  All she asked in return was that I teach two more
women and their partners how to do it and that I not accept payment from my
students.  You are my second set of students and my payment will be for you
to agree to teach two more people what I teach you."

   I was about to ask more questions but Jill prevented that by saying,
"Think about it and give me a call in a few days if you're interested in
going further." Then the phone clicked and she was gone.

   I rolled up on my side and looked at Becky lying there naked.  "Do you
know how much I love you?"

   "Yes, I do," she said sincerely.

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