It was my abusive ex who, when he had too much to drink, would tear my clothes off and spank my ass with a rolled-up newspaper. To him, it was a form ...f foreplay. For me, it was a heavy dose of pain and humiliation. After we divorced, I started to miss it. I couldn’t understand why, but I needed it.The stinging blows to my ass were making my eyes cloud up with tears, but my pussy was feeling arousal beyond belief as I was writhing in both pain and pleasure. I winced at each blow but waited. This would make it real. Phoenix dropped to her knees beside the grave, her eyes unfocussed. Slowly, with deep breaths, she came back to reality. Her eyes focused on the headstone, and she choked back a sob. There, beneath the dates… ‘To the moon and back Sunshine.’ She sat there staring, trembling, until she heard footsteps approach behind her. A familiar voice came to her from a few feet away. ‘That was his last request, right before he died…’ the voice trembled, filled with pain, ‘he made. .... yessssssss.....!" she groaned in lust. Her hips shaking violently, and her cunt rubbing hard against the softness of Amanda's lips pressed against it. Juices flowed out of the lips, and into Amanda's mouth, tasting every drop and enjoying the wonderful taste inside as it dripped onto her tongue and licked every drop she could up that was being given to her.Finally, she was able to breathe again once more, as deep heavy breathes erupted from her lungs, and her legs began to slowly loosen. Once Ms. Hartwell got to her room, she laid out the outfit thatMichael would be wearing to school today. After that Ms. Harwell went upto wake her sleeping son in the next room over.Ms. Hartwell opened the door to Michael's room, letting in the light fallonto the various clothing, manga and bags of chips on the floor. As thedoor was opened wider, the light allowed Ms. Hartwell to see the variousposters of scantily-clad woman covering the walls. The various sights andsmells made Ms. Hartwell.