She came back after sometimes she sat near me and held my hand told whatever happened which is not right but it should not occur in future. I told her...I will leave. It was 1 Am in the night for that she refused.I took the wine bottle and emptied it and went to lie on the floor but she refused and I slept in the couch. I acted like I am in sleep. She was sitting in a chair thinking something after some time she didn’t turn off the light and came to the couch and slept near me.This time, I was. Then, I started calling her a little whore and telling her that she was a shameless little fuck slut selling her pussy to strangers. Hearing this, Anna had a violent orgasm, pushing her ass back against me and squeezing my cock with her convulsing pussy. That was all I needed as I unloaded deep inside her, feeling my cum squirt directly into the opening of her womb. The next day, the furniture trucked pulled up at our house as expected. In preparation for the days work, Anna had worn only her. "That's going to have to change before winter." Exactly. So, I have to figure out what I can build by myself before fall. I have experience with Lincoln Logs, so there's that."She laughed, rewarded with the stranger's smile. She moved her right hand up to brush some of her long blond hair out of her eyes."I love log cabins," she said."Really?" Yeah." Her face once again felt a bit hot. "I saw Little House on the Prairie a lot as a kid, although that wasn't really a log cabin. I even designed. When we were there today I didn't see anyone from my high school group. I don't know ... maybe there's a few left that'll be going to the later service ... but I've lost touch so I wouldn't know."As they discussed their respective religious experiences, Mike and Ruthie were able to understand each other on the issue of religion. Mike did not have the explosive hatred towards organized religion that Ruthie had because his church was not such a domineering presence in his life as he was growing.