I decided to play it safe though, and just sent a simple "Evening." She probably wouldn't reply. Except that she did. Almost immediately. "Well hello ...stranger. Thought you forgot about me!" And thus began a series of text messages, the content of which I won't bore you with. The gist of it is that I drunkenly made a lunch date with Allie for the next day. I remember thinking that I'd probably wake up and regret it, but I also knew that the courage of liquor was the only way I would go through. His cock was to hungry for his b-abygirl’s young, tight cunt to stop rutting on her. Now that he was balls deep with in her little hole he wasn’t pulling out until he filled her with his cum.Faster and harder he impaled his cock into her little cunt. Slapping sounds filling the room, mixing with the grunts and groans coming from deep within his chest and the moans and whimpers that somehow worked their way out from his b-abygirl’s pillow.Then he felt her pushing back on his cock. Pushing her. The phallus fills her, completely. She wants for nothing.“Fuck it slowly, Nikki. We want to see your lips clinging to that thing.”She does as she’s told because that’s how He likes it. If she’s being honest, so does she.For a moment, she thinks of her Pilates instructor and the kudos she’d get for her leg strength. In the squat position, lifting up and down in deliberate motion, the audience is all the motivation she needs to stick with it. The seismic orgasm that’s been boiling in her all. "What, what are these papers Ms. Greystone!?" Tim gasped as he began towade through the pages of legalese."Why, they're divorce papers of course!" she replied."D...Divorce papers!?" Tim gasped. He gasped again when he returned tothe title of the document and actually saw the words "Bill ofDivorcement," but Madge only continued. She produced an expensive pen,opened it and set it on the contract.Tim tried to hedge, to explain but it was all over now. His secret wasout, Cindy knew it all now.