I don’t want a car here while I’m working.” “You’re a writer,” she said, glancing at his typewriter. “Yes.” “Well… that was the on...y person I know in this state, and he’s refusing to come get me. Do you know of anyone I could bum a ride off of?” “This time of year I’m the only one out here I’m afraid. I can call my assistant and see if she can send someone.” “I would really appreciate it. I don’t want to be a bother to you, and I would really like to get home so I can kill my ex-boyfriend.”. I decided best way was to go upstairs and make myself busy while she sorted herself out.That as it goes was not so much a mistake as another chance to play. Even though she was on, she came in and pinned me to the bed, she had her jeans on I had my shorts, these didn’t stay on long as I’d become very hard again, so quickly since I last came I was shocked myself.“I’ve taken it out, fuck me” she moaned, I needed to taste her and even given her predicament I licked her pussy and gave her a quick. She realized she had never had as much fun with any man—any person—as she had had with him. She had fleeting thoughts—visions—of what a life together with him might have looked like…a future. There was no future and she was not some naïve, simpering adolescent. There never could have been—never was supposed to be. She laughed to herself during the short drive to work when she accepted the fact that the lack of a future—or any semblance of longevity—was exactly why it had worked for them. Well,. Keep rubbing your pretty nub and stroking your nipples. Pretend it's me stretching your pussy walls and licking your clit. Ben is lying next to you jacking his cock and he's about to shoot his spunk all over your face. Do you feel it coming, Cheryl?" Ooooh ... aaaagh ... yesssss ... Rob, I'm cumming so hard!" she groaned. While she was masturbating to my voice, I had my dick in hand, all lubed up and was right with her, stroking furiously, until I hit my release right along with her and shot.