She pulled them over her stilettos and tossed them beside me onto the arm of the sofa as she straddled my lap and sank down onto my rod, letting out a...low moan as I reached deep inside her. “It’s been a long time since I had a man fuck me,” she husked. Jill threw her head back and sucked herself further onto my shaft. I was as hard as a stallion and she began to ride me at a steady trot as my fingers played with her discarded panties, watching her breasts dance wildly inside her top. We both. “Do you want to come in, babe?” Kate texted.“That ... could be ...” Matt started without finishing the thought before continuing, “... do you want me to?”“Are you stroking your cock, babe?” Kate asked.“You know I am,” Matt quickly answered.“Your dick’s all hard from the pictures?” Kate continued.“Like a steel rod.” Kate could feel the cream gushing from her moist, wet, swollen folds. That image made her crazy.“Come in, babe,” Kate typed. “Hurry.”Moments later, the doorbell rang. Jack sent Kate. I mentioned him to my husband just often enough that I knew he knew that I felt like a piece of me was missing. Don’t get me wrong, I did not dwell on him and bring him up everyday — it was really only like twice a year — but it was enough to make a point. I let my husband read the letter I clutched before it disintegrated under my mistreatment. It really didn’t say much, and did not take long to read. It basically said, ‘I know you worry, so I’d like to let you know that my son has returned. Did he know? How? She comforted herself with the fact that he just looked at everyone that way and that no one could have found out what she’d been up to. She fell asleep soundly that night, having dreams of endless woods without a single image of the tall priest with blood-red glasses.Alice spent all the following day awaiting Wednesday night mass. Not for the service, but for afterwards. She sat in the pews with her parents before the sermon and put on her best Catholic schoolgirl smile,.