It always excited him to see her climax in this way, the way she held it all in for as long as possible, the way her body jerked and shuddered at the ...udden realisation that she could hold back no longer and the way her thighs shook and her juices flowed down her legs until she came back to reality.He administered nine more spanks to her bottom while her orgasm ripped through her. The pain and pleasure mixed so intricately that she could no longer tell them apart. For Angel, the pain fuelled. And I know I kept screaming, because right in the middle of that orgasm, he rolled on top of me, kneeing my thighs apart, and I felt a stretching, searing sensation just inside my pussy lips as he took what I had offered. Only then did he let go of my wrists, but it didn’t matter, because his full weight was on me and there was nothing I could do to get away from that thing that was splitting me apart down there.It felt like I was in an earthquake, or maybe a ship at sea in a hurricane. The bed. And like any good story worth telling, you have to have a protagonist and an antagonist.But with this story you get to decide who is who.It all started with my divorce, it left me somewhat high and dry, and not really caring about the opposite sex. Now who ever come up with that line had it right on the money. Opposite sex, what a laugh. More like obstinate sex. BUT I’M NOT BITTER!Okay now back to the story. I’M STILL NOT BITTER!After my divorce I move in to a nice place that was for rent in a. "I lowered my hands at his soft command then gave him a smoldering look. The satiny material floated across my nipples as I stood next to him. I picked up my purse and moved to the exit knowing at anytime someone could see a nipple or the curve of my breast. With each seductive sway of my hips my skirt rose to show the top of my stockings.Conversations stopped and hands paused with forks mid-way to their destinations as I passed by tables. A glass of wine spilled when it was set on the edge of.