She had never in her young life known anyone who lived like that. Her own home life had been fairly frugal, and Ralph had come from a modest background as well. And during his term in medical school money had not come easy. But now they were going to live a new kind of life. She had a car for herself – a new Mustang – and they didn't have to count pennies. Even as a new doctor still wet-behind-the-ears, Ralph made more money than many middle-aged executives who had worked all their lives to get where they were.
So they had money now; they didn't have to scrimp. And Laura could feel free to use part of that money to run a car so that she could spin over to Cleonora's whenever she felt like it.
And why shouldn't she?
She picked up the telephone receiver and began to dial.
CHAPTER TWO
"Why yes, dear. That would be fine. All alone again? Well, never fear. We're always here. Just come around when it suits you. Bye now."
Voluptuous, black-haired Cleonora quickly laid the phone in its cradle and turned to face her handsome husband, who was lying on the nearby sofa without a stitch of clothing on. His tall, long-legged body was covered with a ragged mass of black curly hairs ranging from his ankles upward over his belly to his wide squarish chest, and over the top of his pectorals almost to his neck. At his loins was a healthy accumulation of thick black curls which fanned the base and foundation for his powerful looking penis now held throbbing in his hand. His hand moved slowly on his pulsating rod of warm male flesh, pulling the foreskin up and over the purplish glans. With his other hand he stroked the soft fur at the nape of his German shepherd's neck.