I was pretty much on top of her between her open legs, her arms held by their wrists above her head. I had her now."Got you." She was breathing hard p...rhaps from the exertion or perhaps not. The intimacy and passion that had been between us had quickly returned."Really? Perhaps I have got you." As she said this she wrapped her legs around my waist and gripped me tight. Like this we were as intimate as we could be. Only my soaking wet shorts and her drenched panties were between us. I was lying. I got another e-mail from her, telling me that she was sorry and didn't mean what she said and that this time, for real, she'll take me back if I blow another guy for her. I couldn’t believe her nerve. No ‘fricken’ way lady, I shot back. Cuckolded? Well, I'm pretty sure that she cheated on me a few times. Well in fact, she told me that she did, and though I wasn't happy about it, I was pretty much just happy to be with her anyway I could. Part of me was glad that it was over, but part of me. The only difference from porn though is, it isn't being filmed for sale. Which I always wondered why girls who end up whoring just don't make porn anyway, that way it is safer and legal. They usually answer that they don't want people to know to see it. I'm like girl, you just got fucked by 20 dirty mexican farmworkers, and got paid $1000 for the day. if that was on a porn, you would have at least 10g. The guys would have been tested, and you think advertising you ass on-line is any different. The candles were the same ones that had been there before Andrew left. Alice had saved them so that when Andrew came home he would recognize the smell of their bedroom. She struck a match and lit both candles, taking care to place them in the center of the table so nothing would catch on fire. Alice was pulled out of her thoughts by a sharp knock on the door and she quickly checked the clock to see how much time she had before she needed to leave. Ten minutes. She hurried down the stairs,.