She humped up to meet his thrust and she felt the hot spurting of his cock. Her cunt was immediately filled by his thick, wet jism. She could feel it leaking out of her fuck-hole, wetting the tangled hairs of her pussy and her soft thighs. She felt him slowly pulling his wet prick out of her clinging cunt. She felt him rubbing his prickhead against the hairs of her cunt.
"You were fantastic, babe," John said. "I have to get that ribbon home now, but I'll be back to see you. You can bet on that."
CHAPTER TWO
Lynn felt terrible. She had heard from her husband, or at least from her husband's attorney. She had spent all of that afternoon with him. Her husband wanted a divorce. He wanted his freedom so that he could move in with his younger woman, and eventually marry her. Lynn could have the house and what money there was in the bank. Also there would be alimony payments until she married again, so money wasn't Lynn's problem. Her problem was being lonely. She could have done without the house and the money if she could have had her husband back.
Lynn felt so bad that she didn't feel like cooking. She stopped off at the corner grocery store, a little place that was different from all other corner grocery stores. The little store was in an expensive part of town.
It was almost closing time and there was nobody in the store but the owner. Lynn was immediately sorry she'd come in. His name was Brad Conners and he was a big, red-faced man with roving eyes. She'd never liked him very much. He was always trying to put his hands on the women who shopped there. He was never too obvious about it, but Lynn was sure that he did it on purpose. She put on her no-nonsense face and approached the deli-counter.
"I'd like a ham plate," she said. "And could you wrap one of those big pickles up with it?"