." and he closed the fridge and headed upstairs.I wasn't sure if it was on or not. I looked at the time. It managed to be 1:05 A.M. His wife would pro...ably be home in...Will you shut up about that, I thought. His wife doesn't give two balls about him. And Carol does want the divorce to eventually be final anyway.He was all mine tonight! The thought made me happy with anticipation. I almost trotted up the stairs after him as he was going around to his bed again."Say Randy." Yeah." That thing you. “Shit,” I muttered. I hated having to drive in the rain. Autumn was my favorite season, as I was born in it, but I’d rather stay at home while it rained rather than having to go to school. The sound of the shower upstairs went off. I prepared to stand up and go make some breakfast, but I didn’t hear the sound of the door. She was still in the bathroom. I crossed my arms and put my feet on the glass table, my ears on the lookout. Twenty minutes passed like this, with me wondering what the hell. Almost as well as you did. She said that you wouldn't say anything, that you'd just drop your pants, walk up behind her and start fucking her."Matthew laughed. "She's probably right." And that gave me an idea. If I can get her into bed again and let you know, will you walk in and start fucking her?" Oh fuck, I'd love to. I have no idea how our relationship is likely to survive this though." Well, she's fucked me, you've fucked me. I'm sure that you'll survive doing me together," Amelia. It felt so good and she felt her body spread her legs even wider allowing Brent to impale her deeper. Her toes began to curl and her hips bucked in rhythm with Brent’s. He grabbed a fistful of her long hair and pulled. Not a tug or a quick jerk, but a sustained pull resulting in Jill’s arched back further accommodating Brent’s thick swollen cock that pounded her ass unmercifully. Jill writhed and moaned while the man-piston pummeled her. The morning fuck was brutal, unlike the previous night’s.