” His hand moved between my soft white thighs, and cupped my wanting pussy.I quivered in anticipation when he gently slipped his finger slowing into...my wetness, softly stroking as it moved up over my hot clit.I spread my legs wider moving my hips into his hand, while reaching for his cock, wanting to feel it in my hand.He slipped his index finger deep inside me, and started finger-fucking me fast. I grasped his cock firmly, and slowly started stroking it. His lips on my nipple, was adding to. " Eventually, I did wish her well, and I was glad to be rid of her.Several anonymous short-term hotel rooms flashed through my mind. In each, I could see – as clearly as the IED explosion that plagued me – my nightly ritual, the routine I went through every night. EVERY NIGHT. And two nights ago at the Motel 6, I had to get a fucking phone call to alert me to danger. What the hell good were all my precautions, if a girl in London could tell I was under threat, and I couldn't.My eyes teared up.. I didn’t really blame him. I was angry because I saw our twenty year marriage circling the drain. I knew I’d pulled the plug, but I was infuriated that I couldn’t stop it. Only Joe had the ability to save it and he chose not to. You know if he’d really wanted to make my life a living hell, he would’ve taken me back.”There were several small gasps.“You’ve always had a way with words, haven’t you, Mother,” Angie sneered.“That’s not what I meant and you know it, Angie,” she said with tears. Soon her body swung back and forth with each shove of his wet, spitting prick. Her tits bounced up and down while she rode his cock. The cum squirted into her in hot gobs. Then bit by bit she felt the stream of semen slow down. The spurts were farther apart now. She reached behind her and grabbed his nuts, milking him for more hot cream. She wrapped her fist around the base of his shaft and jerked it off. His cock rammed against her butt while she squeezed the last few drops of cream into her.