My thrusts would have caused her to ache on two conditions, neither of which were present. If she were a virgin, and if she were alive, tough luck, bu... I'm not picky. I grinned as I thrust my dick deep and hard into her. This went on for a while, a long while. However, finally I released inside her, the feeling of cumming into a dead, cold pussy was much better than a live, warm one. I don't know what I loved about it, but it felt great, the idea of having gotten my first two steps of revenge. She'd never been so into it, lifting her hips to add force to my thrusts. My hands grabbed her hips. She let go of her sweatpants to put her hands on top of mine. Her nails dug into my wrists, urging me to fuck her harder. I did! Letting loose all the frustration of the day into Brianna.I felt her orgasm. Her entire body tightened as her pussy locked down on my cock. I had been moving outward; instinct drove me back in. Brianna gasped, moving her hips to rub the head of my dick against her. "I was still learning."I looked closer at her. She was my age, maybe a little older. A mop of blonde curls for hair; flyaway hair, I thought. Esmay Souza had hair like that in Elizabeth Moon's stories. Eyes that were pale gray, not nearly the depth of color that Mary or Elizabeth had. Paler than Shannon's eyes, too.I was dreaming, I realized. And that realization helped me recognize her; we'd stood together on the top of a huge hotel, watching a spaceship rise in the distance. Elizabeth had. Unknown to me at the time but the day that my wife bought herself a vibrator, was also the day that she had decided that she would never have my cock inside her or have me lick her pussy ever again. So years six to nine were made up of my wife going to bed early, and on the nights she had used her vibrator on herself she would leave it on her bedside table as if to remind me that my cock wasn’t needed anymore. Whilst we had argued quite often during our marriage and on nearly every occasion it.