Perhaps Jack was the ex with the big cock, even? I didn’t feel like asking. I gave her all my cash, swapped numbers with her and she rode off in her...black leathers and black helmet, looking about as different as a girl could be from the one who was gradually relaxing in my arms.“Okay you’re staying here from now on,” I swayed Faye to and fro, squeezing her familiar, impressive shoulders that so contradict her vulnerable personality.“Sorry,” she whispered.“No I’m sorry,” I said, “I was a fool to. Consider it my wedding present."She picked up her two trash bags and headed for the door. She opened the door and turned to me and said:"I'm sorry Rob. I love you; I really do love you and I didn't do what you think I did."And then she was gone.She called me the next day and asked me if I was ready to talk with her and I hung up on her. She made a half dozen more attempts, but I always hung up and eventually she finally gave up.Over the next month Mark made a dozen attempts to get me to talk to. Sara on her stomach Mike position himself over top of her. His hard cock pressing in to her ass. Kneeling behind her his hands start tickling under her shirt he starts on her sides and moves up to the side of her tits. His cock pressing against her wet cunt, when she fights to get away he nudges her crotch. His hands run over her hips and ass, Sara looks back at him smiling. Mikes hands explore her plump booty rubbing and squeezing. Sara let’s out a sexy moan. Mike lifts his body up and Sara. She wasn’t exactly wet, but I had expected that and came prepared. I rubbed some lube from my backpack onto my dick and then into her cunt. I enjoyed the wet, squicky sounds the folds of her flesh made as I messaged the gel into them. I could have just fingered the bitch for the next ten minutes and been happy, but she was regaining her senses and starting to struggle. Clearly she was going to fight me the whole time. I decided that now would be a good time to penetrate her, while she was still.