Rubbing her g-spot really turned Ann on, giving her yet another orgasm as her muscles squeezed my two fingers so tightly I could not have pulled them ...ut, even if I’d wanted to, until she finished her orgasm. After Ann’s orgasm subsided, I slowly pulled my fingers out. Then Ann slipped out from under me, rolled me on my back, swung one thick, curvy thigh over me, and mounted my hard dick, riding cowgirl with feminine intensity. She wiggled and jiggled, bending backward, leaning forward, and. Maybe I had had more to drink than I though I had. All I couldremember was that Pro was the right sort of guy - the sort of guy youtrusted.I stretched feeling remarkably refreshed considering that I had spentthe night sleeping on the hard floor of the boxcar. Maybe it was thewhiskey, or maybe it was just that somehow, the railcar was warmer thanit should have been. I seemed to remember that Pro had started a fire...Funny, there wasn't any residue from the fire. It must have been aportable. I'm not trying to hide my actions or my feelings. I feel like shit and I should. There's no excuse for what I did. God I'm so sorry. But I have to tell you that while it was happening, for a short little while I believed that I was someone else. You made me believe I could be someone else, someone good, a person that could one day have a good man like yourself. For that short time that we were together I wasn't the evil Alice but someone who loved you. What we had together last night was. “Didn’t you warn her at all?!!? I mean, I get that no one believes the whole story, but not even a word?”“I felt that observing your initial dynamic would be good for the study,” he said evasively.“You mean you wanted to see how long it was before we were chasing each other around the lab?” I asked, giving him a dirty look.“You be careful around my lab equipment,” he said sternly.“Am I missing something?” she asked, watching the two of us banter back and forth.I nodded and decided that this was.