Amanda tossed her red hair back and moaned as Brandon thrust deep inside of her. They had started fucking almost six months ago. No strings. No questi...ns. She just called him up and he came over, hard as a rock, ready to do what she needed him to do. “Fuck yes, right there. Right there. Fuck,” Amanda breathed heavily as her orgasm began to build. Brandon rocked her harder. She watched as the muscles on his stomach flexed when he contracted his hips when he was fully inside of her. The ‘V’ on. She told everybody saw men coming into my house when I went to work. She thought it was hurting me to spread this news, but she was wrong: many men who knew that news decided to knock on my door when I went out, trying to fuck my wife. And my wife did not frustrate their expectations.Then I established a real lookout post in the little house next to our home, where was possible to view from our bedroom window. And when I left the house often noticed a move toward the front door. I quietly. All her worldly possessions inside one little frayed bag, her whole life.She looked around the room, at her bed. She traced her hands along the faces of the angels carved into the headboard her father so lovingly carved for her when she was a baby. She would miss her bed but the images were etched in her mind forever and she would carry it in her heart for the rest of her life.She cleaned the wagon up for her dad and made her bed. The bed she wouldn't be sleeping in tonight.She made him a. "The interview with Rachel didn't go THAT well...Reporter: "So, Rachel, why are you with Scott?"Rachel, tittering: "Love, silly!"Reporter: "How did you meet?"Rachel: "In a restaurant. It was love at first sight. I saw him and he saw me and, well..." She looked down at herself. "The very first thing he said to me was, 'You're cute -- you know that?' Well, frankly, I DIDN'T know that, but he's slowly convincing me!"Reporter: "So he told you his CAP score..."Rachel: "No, he didn't, actually. His.