Swollen and cramped, bloated with my menstruation, but that was good. It meant my menses was almost finished. The end was always the worst for me, but... only for a day or two and then I would be fine. It put me out of the mood to call anyone and I ignored my phone and the guilt that was growing undeniably. Why wasn't I calling Perry? I'd spoken with Thomas every night and gone out to dinner with him the evening previously, smiling and pretending everything was fine.I'd let my fiancé hold me and. You’ve had the patience of an angel. Tuesday was our three-month anniversary and we were having dinner at my place, you looked spectacular, as usual, when I opened the door at your arrival. Your body was draped in a teal off the shoulder, long sleeve top, just short enough to tease me with a hint of midriff when you raised an arm, white, hip hugger, bell bottom cotton pants and teal sandals with sparkles. Your hair was swept up, tied with white jasmine and baby’s breath, while your neck was. When I finally had time off again and after Heather had left for work while sitting down at the table I thought deeper into about what was happening and the words I heard from the women in that hotel room with Heather. I was determined to get to the bottom of everything, the secrets of those involved and the goings on behind my back. Plus I still needed to patch up my differences with Sara. Late that morning I had gone shopping for groceries in my shorts ,t shirt and flip flops, but when I. I felt like a rag doll and I loved it. My man was fucking my arse harder and harder and I just wanted more. Both of our moans were getting louder and I was compelled to reach below and rub my clit as he pounded into me and it wasnt long before yet another rush of pleasure began to hit me. I remember shouting for him to fuck me harder and he complied, my head forced into the pillows, my fingers a blur and the slapping of his body on my rear end. Mike roared as he came inside me, my own climax.