It was hard for both Fiona and Alice to leave the house in respectable clothing now, I'd literally thrown most of it out and replaced it with slutty o...tions.That's why she was in a small black skirt which finished at least four inches above her knees and hugged her firm bottom brilliantly; she wore white converse pumps on her stocking feet. I'd found a suitable white top that had a big V at the front showing off her perfect cleavage and the edges of the frilly white bra. Her hair was up and. ”“Yes, no. No, not really. My wife left me a while ago. We have a process called divorce which allows you to return to single status. I shall be putting that into practice if she hasn’t already done so.”“Soooo. You might tire of Avril and ‘divort’ -”“Divorce”“Yes, divorce her too?”“No, never. It would be more likely the other way when she realises she could have done better” I laughed, and thankfully he laughed too.“Well, fare well my friend. Perhaps we shall meet again, but I doubt it”I. I got few more ice cubes and rubbed it all around her back stressing more on her spine and in her tiny asshole. When the cubes melted and became small enough, I inserted one in her asshole and two in her vagina. She moaned loudly for a moment and gave a confused look in my actions.I made her in doggy style and started fucking her while kissing her back and slapping her butts. She was so loud that I thought there would be a door knock or a call from the reception soon. Believe me guys, it’s the. Why did I spend years building you up and only moments tearing you apart? If I traversed every corner of the world, could I find all of the pages flowing in the wind? Could I collect them and piece them back together? I wish so badly that I could. I love you still. I love you to the point that it aches. I love you beyond reason. I love you so much that it frightens me, because that’s the only way I know how to love. I haven’t lost everything in the fall. I’ve sat up here for days, weeks, months.