She never even hesitated. It didnt take but a couple of times bottoming out my cock like that and I flooded her belly with my hot and much bottled up ...punk. She took it all like a trooper. After that Brandi said she needed to get home as she needed to let the babbysitter go home. I said ok and asked when we could see eachother again. She said she would call soon. Well as luck would have it we both lived in the same direction, so when we left I was behind her for the first couple miles. My. On the one hand, I loathed the creature she had become, unfaithful, manipulative, self centered, and self absorbed. On the other hand, I had once loved her with a strength I had not known I was capable of. She had borne my children, and shared nearly a third of my life. She had lately began to pay attention to her fitness and diet, and the results spoke for themselves. She might have been my loathed ex wife, but she looked good, and, strictly from the perspective of a man-pig (did I just repeat. Her hands slide across my chest and she breaks off mid-kiss, leaving my mouth aching for hers. I lean forward hoping to continue, but she holds a finger against my lips. Undeterred, I kiss the finger and she giggles - a luxurious sound that always prompts butterflies in my stomach.“Lie down,” she says, her breath brushing against my earlobe. “I want you to lie down on the bed.”She senses my hesitation and places hands on my shoulders, slowly but firmly guiding me until I feel the edge of the. Can you pl…please come over?’ ‘Right away,’ I said softly, hanging up the phone. I threw on some clothes, grabbed her bag once more, and ran down the stairs, out the door, across the courtyard, and up the stairs to her door. I knocked. ‘Who is it?’ she asked. ‘It’s me. It’s Phil.’ ‘Come in,’ she said quietly. I entered, quickly closing and locking the door behind me. Sophia was curled up on her bed, still dressed in her Valentine’s outfit. She had her legs pulled up to her chest. I hated myself.