“I get it,” Rita pipes up. “Hate sex is hot. I’ve been there. You get all angry and sweaty, curse at each other while he pounds into you.” “Rita!” Maren exclaims, gently slapping her shoulder. “What? I’m seventy, not dead. And I’ve seen some good cock in my day.” Rita turns around to look at me. “I bet that man is packing, isn’t he?”
