He protected his head as far as he was able with his arms, but his body was swiftly becoming a mass of bruises and cuts. He was beginning to think he ...ould not survive the battering for much longer when he was suddenly shot out into space. He estimated he fell about twenty feet before striking water again. He held his breath as he went under then bobbed up, blinked and looked round. There were trees silhouetted against the clear night sky. He was in a lake or large pond. He swam for the shore. The place hadn’t changed much. Hell, he’d only been away about three days. At the far end there were two pool tables. He’d played on them once in a while. They were too close to the walls, and neither was correctly balanced, one good shot usually got most of the balls in one of the corner pockets. Even so, Cal wasn’t very good. He had a slight stance in one eye, and was a little bit myopic. That meant glasses and reliable inaccuracy. His pool playing was always good for a laugh, or as was the. I moaned and moved my hips so that I rode his finger for a few strokes. “I want that to be your cock riding inside me. Feel how wet my pussy is for you. My nipples are so hard they are going to burst,” I said, moving so his finger would travel in and out. His finger slid out of me suddenly to play expertly with my clit. Moaning again, I enjoyed the sensation. His head bent down to lick and bite my nipples. I squeezed my breasts together so he could take two into his mouth at once. “Yes, lover,. Yet here she was, emailing him after the five-year cooling-off period, expecting him to throw everything away and devote himself to making her life a bowl of cherries again. He should have expected it. Marcia loved wallowing in misery. She was never, ever going to find joy in life no matter what she was doing or who she was with. But she had no intention of dwelling in a lonely, private hell when there were so many other people that she could drag down into her pit to keep her company. And.