I didn't want any unnecessary bad mouthing even if Sara was already dead. I took Lily to see Sara, as I had made arrangements for the funeral. Lily cr...ed a bit when she put some early flowers on Sara's coffin. My tears were still burned away by the anger inside me. I thought that I needed some payback before I could cry again. If ever.Somehow, I made it through the following week until it was time to start our early ride to Sara's old home. Without my burning anger, I probably would never been. This is how it is for us now, in our mutual isolation—Amanda with her coursework, me with my strangely detached job. 'Zoom' meetings, me in a sensible white blouse and jacket but nothing else! So crazy. And when work is done, we simply fall upon each other and make love wherever we happen to be at the time.The kitchen seems to be our favoured trysting place. Amanda, perched on the worktop, her legs around my neck, or spread wide, like a star on the big oak table. Amanda's old flat was empty for. ’ Those nice words again, ‘Next Time’, she still owed me the silhouette shot. We lay there a while longer, as we’d twisted and turned during the slide show her skirt had ridden up and was more around her hips now, so when she stretched and slid down it slipped right up, revealing her blue panties. My cock, flaccid until now, took note and started to swell. She brought her legs in the air and did a mock run. My eyes instinctively followed her legs up, watching her feet cycle in the air even as. I pushed the vibrator in more, slowly as I stretched to accommodate its presence. Once the seven inches was fully in my pussy and vibrations driving me crazy, I pulled it out and thrust it back in. I fucked myself in the ass, moaning like a bitch in heat as I sent mini orgasms throughout my body and causing my pussy to become a dripping mess. I rubbed my clit ferociously, causing me to start squirting from all the pleasure. Noticing the dildo on the nightstand, I grabbed it and shoved it into.