Theresa was in a state of complete ecstasy, her eyes were closed, her breath restricted to short gasps and she felt as though there was an electric current running through her entire nervous system. When his goo streamed into her love tunnel she clamped her hands onto her tits and arched her back. He slammed it into her a few times for good measure and then fell back into a chair.
“What would you say if I asked you to marry me Theresa?” he inquired, as he tried to regain his breath.
“Marry you? Are you kidding me?”
She abruptly sat up on the end of the counter, looking quite indignant.
“Nobody could replace my Arthur, nobody, and certainly not you.”
“Don’t tell me you married that thug Arthur Brown, the guy who stuffed my head in the toilet after he’d just had a crap in it.”
“Well at least he was a real man –he wasn’t a spotty, four-eyed wimp like you were,” she said defensively.
“No I guess he wasn’t,” replied Larry putting on his clothes, “You’re quite right.”
Zipping up his flies as he walked out into the street he quickly got on his cell phone to his secretary in the States, intending to cancel the check, but then he had second thoughts and told her to send Theresa some flowers.
“I bet Arthur wouldn’t have done that,” he mused.