Her pelvic muscles grasped my fingers as spasm after spasm coursed through her quivering body. "OHHH, JILLL!" she cried again, this time muffled, as h...r face was buried deeply in the bed sheets.Soon, her rocking motions eased, and she lowered her tense body back down onto the bed. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, as the lingering sensations of her climax gradually left her.I crawled up to her, and gently moved the strands of her hair, dark with sweat, from her cheeks and brow. I kissed her. She took hold of the situation.She came to me all nude and slapped me right on my face.“This is for applying that itchy powder on my pussy. You ASSHOLE!” and she pinched my cock.“Aahhh…” I screamed in pain.“You are a slut you know that.”“And what are you? You fucker. Jerking your cock off looking at my pussy. I wasn’t the one masturbating peeping on you. Oh wait…but you were.”I knew that this bitch was in heat and I wanted to be the one to help her blow her steam off of her. I went up to her. And it didn't seem to hurt anyone. And it never changed how I felt about you, about us."Wanting to hurt her I said harshly, "You know what a married woman is called who sleeps with other men?" She just looked at me blankly, "A slut!"Lisa paled and put her hands in front of her face. "Not only a slut but a slut who screwed my best friends and my business partner!" Please Alan, don't say that. That happened almost two years ago and I regretted it" So, that was then and this was now? That's your. Her tan legs are tall and thin, like the wooded-over stalks that twist up into the canopy of green and purple. She spins again to walk backward as if she feels me staring at her.Her face is lit with a devious innocence, I can see it clearly. An air of avidity behind eyes that speak to me a thousand silent ways. She is carefree and mischievously playful. Like a bird, flitting from branch to branch in search of life, the life she needs to feed her.She appears to be my age.To my left, stairs lead.