And with their revenge complete, the tightness of Shelly's arse and the sensations of fingers pressed deeply into her cunt, provided all the friction ...e needed to release. With only three more gentle thrusts, Jack groaning sounded familiar to Fay, she knew he was getting close. "Cum Jack, pull it out, cum on me." demanded Fay. Jack moved swiftly, Fay grasped his cock and looked into his eyes as she wanked him. He grunted hard as he sprayed his seed all over his slut lover. Rope after rope of. He might want to start again and I don't blame him. Who doesn't? Heprobably wants to forget all the things he said and did back in the day.It's got to be great for him to dump all that garbage in the past andstart all over again where no one knows or remembers any of that. Butthat past where he dumped all his toxic waste just happens to be mylife!He may want to forget. But I remember.I know who he really is.And I don't think he should be allowed to forget it, either. It's justnot fair.Dammit,. He was gorgeous when he smiled.He was obviously feeling better now, as if the cramp had released more energy in him. The colour in his face was even and he was sitting strongly, not using the post for support, just comfort. He was testing the strength of the bonds, worrying the wrist ropes against the pole behind his back. His face was more animated and his eyes fairly danced with delight. "What happened to your shirt?"She blushed as she looked down at herself. She'd completely forgotten about. Right now she was sitting on the arm of Dad’s chair, leaning against Dad and watching football with him. I couldn’t ask her while she was with Dad. He would stop her from saying anything. I didn’t think she was that interested in the game but I knew why she was there. She was spending time with her brother in the same way I was spending time with mine. I totally got that. But it was annoying because it meant I had to wait.Speaking of spending time with my brother, I was wasting it by being all.