I get the impression she is rather pleased to see me. ‘Get to my room – I’m going to fuck you… it’s all you are good for!’ She pads off me...kly along my hall. I strip, throwing my clothes upon the sofa in my lounge and stroll to my bedroom. She is standing by the bed – awaiting me. I turn her round roughly and without warning viciously rake the top of her expansive back with my nails. She winces and shudders with the pain but she has to take it till I have had enough… not her, the slut. Her. ." Her catlike green eyes glinted speculatively, as she recalled the deliberate arrangement she had made with the dark-haired dog breeder to pay once a week for the gorgeous young dog. Surely Matt wouldn't mind coming to the apartment sometime, to pick up the payment! And this Friday was as good a time as any... It was easier to arrange than even the shrewdly conniving divorcee imagined. On Thursday evening, she saw Matt Fields while she was working at the Double-X!"Hey, Mrs. Burnside!" he. But the first time Tad made love to me without having to wear that stupid rubber, I found out that I liked it even better!Tad's grades in college had always been good, but after we were married and settled in our own little love nest, they got even better -- perfect, in fact. He never got anything but "A's" after our wedding. Well -- except for the "B" in calculus. Mathematics weren't Tad's strongest area.We had no social life at school. Tad's part-time job ate up all the spare hours that he. Now! Just get out!”I stood up and walked over to where she had the door already open, hoping that I would just exit. Instead, I pulled her into me, feeling her body close to mine again, and kissed her just as hard as I could. I felt her body give into mine. I could tell as I kissed her tender lips, she was still in love with me and trying to hide it. She was scared to give into her feelings with me again. To tell you the truth, I could not blame her. It had been two years after all.Miranda’s.