Erica climbed onto Alfred, slipping over him and moaning as her filled her, fitting her perfectly, as he always had.  She leaned down, kissing him gently, her hips lifting and lowering slowly as she stroked his hair. "Oh my Alfred. My poor poor Alfred, what have I done to you."  She caressed his cheek and took his lips, pressing firmly against them as she rocked on his turgid staff. "Alfred......"  Her eyes closed in rapture, she was home.