Sarah smiled back."You read me so well I'm beginning to wonder if there are powers from the metals that you haven't told me about. You always know jus... the right thing to say, don't you?" That's because I pay attention to you. I listen to what you say and what your body language says too. I know what you like and what you don't like. I know what makes you laugh and what makes you angry. It's easy, because most of the time it's like looking in a mirror. I love you, that's all it is, I love you. My name still occasionally came up in the press, there was a rumour circulating that the (allegedly) murdered girl was not my only victim and police were going through old files to see if they could tie me into their cold cases. The mother of Kimberley made an emotional appeal to me to beg me to tell the police where her daughter was, something I couldn't do as I truly had no idea. I also came under psychiatric assessment at this time too, for some reason my cooperation in answering honestly. And I felt my pussy tremble as he drove himself deeper into me. Finally, he stopped, his balls smacked up against the opening of my vagina, halting his advance. Then he withdrew and plunged deep again, over and over, in and out, his cock seemed to grow larger and hotter, I was gasping for breath, my heart raced and I felt my orgasm building. I felt his breath on the nape of my neck becoming labored and irregular, he started to moan softly and his cadence began to slow. He was going to cum. Second, I was going to try and concentrate on my career to make up for lost time. This would keep my mind occupied during this painful period so that I wouldn't constantly be thinking about things Lisa did with Bob.I talked it over with Lisa and she agreed we should take it slow. We began dating. I would see her two sometimes three times a week for dinner or a movie and most often sex. We were having sex more now than we had been having before our problem. The divorce became final and we both.