“I still don’t understand why you’d cheat on him. It seems like Matt has everything the other guy did.”“Because I was a self-centered, arrog...ant bitch,” Vickie sighed. “That, and I thought I was smarter than Matt. Boy was I wrong about that,” she chuckled wryly. “He’s shown that he’s smarter than I am at least three times now. He spotted the illegal cameras right away at the apartments where I met him. I’d lived with them for an entire semester without suspecting anything. He found out right. A moment later, she drove her pelvis down, impaling herself on my cock, all the way down, her pelvis slamming into my pelvis. Eleanor screamed. Her scream was a long drawn out scream, like a final scream of death, or the scream of birth, which, I did not know. It terrified me, and then silence; I heard only the sound of the waves. She remained motionless, my cock fully impaled into her. Her eyes looked at me and the fire still burned in her eyes. I was still frozen, held captive by the. " "May I say what an honour it is to meet the renowned author of 'Adam Bede', 'Mill on the Floss' and 'Silas Marner'. Thank you for being at home to me this afternoon, Miss Evans." The pleasure is all mine, Mr Lewes, it's not often that I have such a fine specimen of married, Victorian, manhood come calling. How is the state of matrimony treating you?" "Frustratingly, Miss Evans. What with the domed skirts, the hooped crinolines, the chemises, the drawers, the bloomers, the bodices and all that. I get a call from Ellen and it’s one in the afternoon, she’s patched through to my phone at work.“Stuart, Honey, got some news, my Dad and Ray are going away for the weekend, fishing or something, which means only my Mom will be at home and I managed to convince her to allow you to stay over, so what do you reckon? Feel up for a naughty weekend with your girl?” She’s so fucking cool, how can I refuse.“Ellen, just tell me what time and I’ll bring my toothbrush.”Oh man! She’ll be getting ready.