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cheeks before I put some on my cock. I held the tip as I slowly slid it into her ass so she could get used to it. I pumped slow, letting her feel every inch, every sensation. Sally’s fingers went to her clit as my cock went in and out of her. She was so tight, I wanted to explode. I drove into her hard, pumping into her tightness wrapped around my cock. They probably heard us in the other rooms but I just didn’t care. I forgot everything of the past few days, all the pain, and all the sorrow. I thrust harder driving my cock deep into her.
    I threw my head back and that rush hit me. “Now!”
    My cock pulsed and I felt my orgasm screaming to release. I pulled my cock out of her and held it against her ass and let go, thick and hot. Sally started to moan as her orgasm rocked her body. I pulled her up and against me and just held her there against my chest as she trembled, and that’s when Sally cried. It wasn’t the normal sad cry, but the kind when a woman has that type of orgasm. It’s so emotional, so deep, and so intense. I held her close, my arms around her waist. She clutched at my arms as the water rushed over us. There were no words.
    We didn’t need them.
    After that, we went to bed and Sally fell fast asleep. It took me a long time to relax, my mind flooded with emotions. Why did I do this? I just wanted to have some fun. I deserve that much after the hell I’ve been thorough. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell her. Damit! Why does life have to be so complicated? I made up my mind and knew that in the morning I would be gone. I was so torn, and soon I would be so utterly alone.
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    I awoke early about 5am and did what I had to do. I packed and went in to use the bathroom. I didn’t want to wake her but it was too late. She stirred in bed and opened her eyes.
    Sally stretched and rubbed her hair . “What are you doing?”
    “Nothing, go back to sleep.” I stuffed more clothes in my bag.
    “Doesn’t look like nothing.” Sally’s voice was tense.
    “I gotta go.”
    “Go?” Sally pulled the sheets up over her breasts as if my words were an assault against her. “Go where?”
    “I’m ridin to Texas.”
    “I see.” Sally pushed the sheets back and got up in a hurry. She gathered her undergarments and put them on.
    “Sorry darlin, kind of a long story.”
    “Oh I know this story,” Sally pulled her top over her head and hiked her shorts up over her hips. She threw her hair back. “I know this fuckin story good!”
    “ Hey look, I just didn’t know what to tell you,” I shoved my socks into the bag.
    “So that’s it then?” Sally fumed with rising anger. “I’m a notch in your belt?” She came over to the side of the bed and shoved my bag with her foot. “Fuck you, just fuck you!”
    It was then that my bag fell on the floor and spilled its contents, including my 9mm pistol. We both stood there and starred at that gun like we hadn’t seen one before.
    “Oh how lovely.” she said. “Not only are you an absolute asshole, but you’re packin too?”
    “You didn’t need to see that,” I said. “I’m just going to leave, better this way.” I picked up the pistol and put it behind my back under my shirt.
    Sally balled her fists and came at me. “What’s your fuckin story? What is your damn story!?”
    Sally meant to hit me but it was like running into a brick wall. I grabbed both her arms and she struggled to get free.
    “Let me go, you damn pick!” she said, as she struggled in my grasp.
    “You simmer down,” I said. “I’ll tell you everything , just simmer down. Sit in the fucking chair!” I let her go and she went over to the chair.
    Sally sat down in a heap in the chair and folded her arms. “Oh this had better be good .”
    “I did things back in Cali I’m not proud of,” I said as I walked over to the chair. “I wanted to tell you everything, but I couldn’t, I just couldn’t.”
    “We all have a past, I don’t care about that ,” Sally said. “Why