Eventually, he stopped.'Please,' I said.'What?''Don't stop.''I'm tired. Shall we watch telly?'I pulled his hand back between my legs. I wantedhis touc... so badly. I tried to make his penis hard with my other hand but itwasn't working. Had he stopped liking me?'You do it,' he said.'What?''I'll show you.' He took my hand away from hissoft penis and guided my index finger to my clitoris.'I can't,' I protested.He persisted until my finger seemed to find itsown rhythm. He let go and sat up, watching. "You are such a pain slut. This is supposed to be hurting you not feeling good. You disgust me.”I felt the ruler slide between my legs, rubbing against my now flooding pussy, pushing against my lips and easing in easily to my yielding wet cunt."Oh my fucking god!" I gasped out as I felt myself being penetrated and fucked, my juices flooding out in a torrent as she began to ease it in and out of me, starting first slow and deep, before moving into a harder faster pace, thrusting and ramming it. And whatever "love" that remained on Mark's part was destroyed in the fighting and bitterness of the divorce. But that was over now and Mark just wanted to move on. His job had been very sympathetic to his marital situation, and had given him the time off he needed for the multitude of hearings, meetings and consultations necessary for him to get through the divorce. Now that it was over however, he wanted a chance to regroup, collect himself, and plan out how to proceed from here. It was time. Beth’s pool party was forgotten. The fact that Rick was married was forgotten. The chill of the AC, the quiet of the house, and my wobbly equilibrium after three beers – all of it was forgotten as I stepped inside and shut the door behind me, locking it.Rick looked over at me and snickered quietly. He was drunker than I.“Go use the other bathroom, you pervert,” he said, not really meaning it. I could tell.“It’s in Beth’s bedroom and I don’t want to go in there. I want to use this bathroom.”He.