" Ah, I see, so what are we going to do about her, I mean In the longrun?" Well Wendy, that's what I have been laying here contemplating. Youridea of ...ivorcing her for alienation of affections sounds like a winner.I thought we could go with that."Wendy pulled out a light blue skirt suit and held it up appraisingly,"Jeeze, this stuff is totally nice, how could she stop wearing thisstuff?" She claims that she does not wish to be a painted harlot draped in thesilks of Babylon or some such."Wendy. Well, she was a stripper! She told me she could make $200-300 on a good night, and all she had to do was dance. I told her that was awesome and too bad I could not do it since I needed money but was only 17. And when she said that was Pete’s idea, that keeping me broke with an expensive car to drive was how guys keep us under control.I thought about that all night, and she was right! Here he was making all this money, knowing I barely had enough for gas let alone anything else. And it did not. Eventually, Marcy opened her eyes.“Man, that was good,” she sighed.She propped herself up a little and decided to remove her arms from the bathrobe sleeves, but couldn’t be bothered just yet to get off the bathrobe completely. She removed the towel around her hair, which had already been loosened by their coital activity, and chucked it on the floor nearby. Her hair was only lightly moist. She had the room’s heater set to a comfortable 78 degrees, so it probably wouldn’t take long to dry. She raised up and said, “Got it,” with an even bigger smile.She gathered herself for a second and now we were playing a game of “top that.”She was quite motivated now and her riding technique had gotten much more aggressive. Now she was really putting her hips into it, and she was pumping instead of bouncing. She also was easier to get a hold of, so I returned my right thumb to her clit and began to rub it.I reached my left hand forward and gave her ass a firm slap. She closed her eyes for a.