He thrust again and again, each time a little longer and a little harder. Each time, her cries were higher and more urgent, the cries she made as she...mounted to orgasm.Jack was now riding her hard – his mount slapped sharply on her rump. She felt the approach of a second much more intense orgasm. She bucked and twisted, meeting his thrusts. Her breasts jounced in time to her bucking. One hand caught the wrist buried in her hair, the other caught the wrist at her crotch.Jack could sense her. Again she had to fightthe urge to cry at the thought of how hurt John would be if he knew what shehad done and how she had been paying for it since. Tim watching all of this could see theturmoil inside caroline by watching her eyes. Part of him wanted to run overand comfort her and tell her that it was all over he would run her home and hewould never bother her again but another part hungered to see how far he couldpush her before she broke. It was seeing the way she was starting to rub herlegs. "I'm Russ Taylor. When we met before I didn't get your name." Marianne. Marianne Welby." I'm sorry if I pressed a little hard the other day. I didn't mean to..." No, I'm the one who's sorry," replied Marianne, moving closer and dropping her voice. "Actually I'd have loved to spend some time with you. It's just that I was afraid my husband was in the neighborhood spying on me." Spying on you?" Yes, he thinks I flirt with other men. He even thinks I do more than that," she said, smiling coyly and. "She also mentioned your wit and disposition. I do have to say by all appearances, she was right." You know Vera?" I asked.'Yes, my name is Ray Boltan. I work for Mace's Pharmaceuticals. We do business all over the United States and Canada. I was up there last month and talked with Drake and Vera. I told them I was from Cleveland and Vera told me I ought to look you up if I was ever in the area." Are you interested in investing some finances, Mr. Boltan?" I asked.He looked a bit embarrassed as.