My hands clutch at the bedspread as I surrender my burning skin to his hotter mouth. It is too good! Too much, this hot, wet contact. I feel his bre...th fanning over my breast through his nose as he rains down little kisses on my areola. Only now do I notice that his other hand is creeping down my belly when I feel his fingers brush the top of my pubic hair. Electricity crawls up my spine as his strong palm cups my pussy. It causes me to involuntarily shift my breast out of his mouth, which in. I never saw what it looked like to see a pussy getting fucked. It made me wetter. I finally adjusted to Pierre. He was thrusting his massive log into me gripping my hips firmly. He slowed his pace but still maintained his deep thrusts. I was sensing he was ready to blow his hot sticky load into my cervix. He released his grip on my left hip and began slamming my plug in and out slowly and deliberately matching his stern thrusts into my love canal. That was enough for me to start grinding my ass. ?I need your clothes now, lad.? He turns around, having hitherto ignored my presence in the cell. He remains stood on the bed platform, giving him a good 18 inches height advantage over me. His deep brown eyes are saying a lot. Not actually resistance, I think, but not resignation either. Fear, certainly. That and a belief there must, surely, be a way out for him. A reprieve from this insanity. ?Chris, I need your clothes now. I need you to strip for me.? I have time, and have patience. At this. They are right, I have no one else to blame for my stupidity. After Rob moved out, I tried a number of times to talk with him. He wasn’t about to change his mind about a divorce. How could I blame him? I love him so much but I know there is nothing I could do to let him know how sorry I am. A week before our divorce I pleaded with him one more time. He told me he loved me and always will have a place for me in his heart but he could never trust me again and he wasn’t going through life.