" Layback?" Andrews asked probingly. Alice grabbed her phone and bending over next to him, flicked it open and scrolled through her pictures until she...found the one she wanted.Andrews' pants grew a little tight as he found himself looking at a picture of the woman standing next to him. She wore tall heels, maybe seven or eight-inch heels, and skimpy bikini bottoms and a tight sports bra. She was holding onto a pole with only her legs, one leg crossed over the other and supporting her weight on. There was no doubt that she was sopping wet in her cunt, and she slid down over my hard cock with only a minimum of wiggling to take care of the relatively dry spots. I would have shot off right then, but I had jacked-off when I first lay down a few hours earlier, so I was able to hold back. Uh-oh, it looked like Amy still had a few things to learn about boys and their hair-trigger response to certain stimuli. Well, I would explain that to her later.Once she was fully seated around my cock, she. So, I stopped touching her on her x-rated region.Finally, we reached our hotel. I held her by her hand, took her along and as soon as we were inside my room, she hugged onto me tightly with her head tucked into my bosom – blushing. I took a deep sigh and relaxed which in turn, relaxed her also at the same time she could not tell what was coming next. So I walked around and loosened down my suit, emptied my pockets and told her to have some water and she did and also offered me some water. I had. I got a dynamo of a lawyer who encouraged me to file for divorce and get a restraining order at the same time. There is no faster way to get a divorce in New Jersey than to have your husband convicted of felony assault and child abuse. He was sentenced to ten years with no opportunity for parole until he’d served five. I changed my name back to Anderson and changed Whitney’s name as well. We headed west.I didn’t even have a car. We caught a train for Chicago. Grand Central was only a few blocks.