CHAPTER EIGHT
After Alex left in the morning, May stayed in bed and wondered about what had happened the night before. It had all seemed so clear to her the night before. She was going to get a divorce and start living like a "normal" person.
And then Alex had screwed her in the ass. She blushed at the grossness of her own thoughts. But, really, was there any other way to think about them. When she had been innocent-before these awful things had happened to her-it had been easy to separate right and wrong in her thoughts. But not any more. It seemed that she would have to give up thinking entirely if she was going to avoid thinking sinful things in the future.
But she couldn't adjust to her own reaction. She had gone wild at the steady pounding of his prick in her rear. The even sliding
