The expression on her face told me all I needed to see. I'm getting fucked! If I said stop she would either not hear me or just ignore me. I was getti...ng fucked and she will decide when it's done. In the mirror I could see every inch of her from the waist up, but I could feel every inch of her from waist down. She was thrusting hard. Her legs slapped into the back of my legs and my whole body was being pushed forward each time. I was on the verge of collapse. She then grabbed my hair and. ”Natasha unhooks her bra and takes it off. She lays down in the backseat putting her feet up in the air. She pushes her skirt down her legs and off, then her stockings and finally her thong. She is naked. The car stops. Happy looks back, taking in the sight before announcing “We’re here.” Natasha and Happy get out of the car. Happy approaches the door to the facility, he turns to see Natasha bent over and adjusting the side view mirror so she can see herself. She applies a fresh coat of SHIELD. Slowly, she slid her arms around me to return the embrace. Resting her head on my shoulder, Angie nuzzled my neck, wetting my skin with tears. “David, I am so sorry about everything. I have really, truly fucked up,” she said, her voice wavering. “We’ll talk about it later, Angie. First, let’s get you dry and comfortable, okay?” I responded. Angie nodded. Up in our bathroom, I helped my wife undress. We peeled away wet clothing until her body was naked. Even wet and shivering, Angie’s naked. Aafi?Me: Yes, dear Liza?Liza: It’s about the thing. You know, the thing we talked about?We talked about lots of things.Liza: You know. The thing from yesterday.Me: The thing?I think I know what she’s getting at, but she’s so sweet when she’s like this.Liza: Why are you smiling like that?Me: Because you’re being so sweet right now.Liza: I’m being serious, Aafi.Me: I know, I’m sorry. Did you want to talk about masturbating?Liza: No. I mean. Yes. I did it.Wow, I didn’t expect that. Liza touched.