I could find little resistance and decided to move slowly. She started spreading her leg to give me better access. That encouraged me and I pushed my ...inger to full length."Oh My god!! It feels fucking good. Please do not dare to fucking move. Hold it right there," she said rolling her eyes up on total pleasure. I kept my finger there and then slowly brought it back to push it again and repeat it. She left a loud moun."This feels so good," she said. Meanwhile my right hand lifted her t-shirt. I. I hate to say this because it sounds like management-speak, but try to think of it as an opportunity.”“An opportunity for what?” she said.“I think we should try to see this as a clean sheet. It will be months before you are back to normal and probably even longer before either of us... well, me anyway... would feel easy going back to what we were doing.”“You mean what I was doing.”“It was us, love. I played the game, I agreed to it. I could have come with you. It was what we were doing.”“I. Under moments of high stress, Boucherville's French accent came to the fore, and it did so now. "Did you suddenly join da Royal Newfenese Navy? Where is dere an iceberg around here? A lifeboat? It's dat mudderfuckin' Van Doo again, messin' wit' your minds. Get back ta bed."Turning away from his men in a mixture of fury and disgust, he found himself staring at a large sign that hadn't been there at sunset. The legend, in both of Canada's official languages, announced the location to be "Lifeboat. The man's back was to Diane, his trousers in a puddle around his ankles, but even though the man's back was to her she knew the man was Rob. There was no mistaking the birthmark on his right butt cheek. She backed up and pulled the door closed until only a crack remained and then she stood there and listened as her husband pounded into the woman lying on his desk."Come on Rob honey, make me cum, hurry baby, hurry."Diane cringed as she listened to the 'slap, slap, slap' of flesh smacking into.