I moaned lovingly in my wife's mouth.I moaned lovingly in my wife's mouth. She had stopped bouncing, and I had stopped helping her; Victoria was now grinding against me. She threw her head back, describing slow, gentle circles in the air with it. "Ooooohhh..." she purred, body relaxing. I slipped out of her and we kissed, standing in the water until we noticed that it had become too cold to continue. We returned to the villa naked, for our clothes had disappeared, apparently washed out to sea. My wife and I returned to the United States three weeks from the day of our departure. We were madly in love, much more than we had been when we left. A visit to the State Department in New York City started the process of getting my wife United States citizenship. "Carpathia? Where in the hell is that? Do they even have records there?" the startled clerk asked. I panicked momentarily, since Victoria's real birth certificate would immediately raise questions ("Born in 18-_WHAT_?"). She had a fake one from Britain, and the clerk seemed to think that her British birth would make his job easier. When I asked her about it later, Victoria just said, "I will show you how to do this. It will be necessary as you get older." Victoria shopped in New York the next day; I was too brain-dead to do much of anything except follow blindly. When our train left, we both slept soundly until sun- rise. She and I crowded into the same berth so our bodies could be in con- tact, but sleep refused to yield to desire. Our lassitude continued for three days after we got home, and we unpacked leisurely. We were barely energetic enough to feed, but the need for blood became too painful to ignore. |