"Well, at least you're honest," Trish smirked."If it's money that's the issue, we can work it out. I'm sure I can arrange something." I was thinking o...t loud as well now. I knew that Trish wasn't interested in me, and although it hurt, it was at least definite. It was time to be an adult and be better than my petty bitter emotions."I don't want your..." Trish argued."What is it that you need? Rent? Food? Transportation?" I listed off the expenses that I could think of off the top of my head."Uh. He went back to get the money as she attempted to compose herself. When he returned, she began to talk as he counted the money.“It was awful, Zack,” she started. “We’ve been together all this time, and then I found out he was cheating on me, with not one, but two different girls. I don’t know why, but he just lost interest in me. We, well, I, haven’t had sex in two months. When I asked him why, he said I was fat!” At this, she broke up again, and started to weep. Zack lost count, and then. "Is this dancing?"She came out of her statue stance. "It's an interpretive number. We're chess pieces, on a board. The stage will be painted as squares. I'm a pawn."In my game of seduction? Perhaps her mothers? "Okay." There are other pieces on the board, and they interact. That's what you're not seeing. You could help." How?" You can be the knave."To the best of my memory, there were no knaves in chess. Knights, rooks, bishops, yes. "Okay. What do I do?" Stand there, over to the side, on a. "Mmmmmm, soooooo good, Son," she moaned as she worked her pussy-up and down his big shaft.She was giving herself the best fucking ever, raising herself almost off Stu's prick, then lowering herself again until it was completely embedded in her hot pussy. Over and over, she fucked herself, feeling her pussy growing hotter and wetter with each exciting thrust of her crotch over her boy's big, pulsing cock.Trish's pussy gushed out buckets of hot pussyjuice, which oozed out her flowing cunt and.