What's so funny?" Ratzinger asked, seeing the smirk across her face. "And what do you mean that she would be out of the picture very soon?"
"Nothing," she laughed again. "I just remembered the circumstances surrounding our marriage. You were so good in bed back then, not just in bed per say. You were good everywhere, on the car, in the showers, on the floor. And don't get me started on your head. It was the best."
"I see you had it from others as well," Ratzinger frowned.
"Before we got married," Marcela nodded. "Yes of course. Some days you were very busy and I needed it urgently so I had to find alternatives."
"You've always been a horny little bitch," Ratzinger grinned devilishly attempting to caress her body. She shifted away from him and sat down on the chair directly opposite him.
