His thrusting was businesslike too. Firm fast and no nonsense. His cock felt a little bigger than the last guy. It slid easily in my soggy hole. He ke...t his hands behind his back like I'd seen on some pornos. Just thrusting away. He slowed down a couple times when he was going to come, then started up again faster. I guess I wasn't too wet because when I felt my pussy tighten again to come, he looked surprised for a second and blew his load.Almost before we both stopped coming the businessman. Whether they were conscious of the reason, whether they were romantics liking newlyweds, whether they were merely being polite, Jen’s parishioners always spoke kindly to him.“So,” he said in the car driving back, “tomorrow, we both have off. Want to do something special? Picnic?”“Sounds great,” Jen said. Then she looked through the windshield at the clouds. “Do you think the weather will co- operate?”“Man proposes; God disposes. Let’s keep up our side.”“Okay. Picnic lunch tomorrow. God willing. "I turned to Rebecca and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead without meeting her eyes, "My name is Leo. It's alright if you want go to sleep, Rebecca. I'll be right behind you."With that Rebecca crumpled into my lap with a gentle smile on her face. At that, after all the years of forcing myself not to feel, I couldn't hold back anymore. My only friend and the closest thing I had to family left was gone, and I burst into tears. All the emotions, everything I had been forcing down the last ten. Don't wear fucking band shirts. Wear good pants, none with holes in them. No blue jeans. Find a pair of glasses with clear lenses and wear 'em. Don't talk if you don't have to. Move slowly and think before you do anything. Think before you open your mouth." I slowly nodded. I had a lot to think about on my way home.Mom was working a double shift to help clear up the Christmas load. I put something in the crock pot to wait for her while I cleaned the devil out of the trailer. I'd let it slide.