Hi faithful readers,

This story has come full course and I thank you for taking the journey with me. I truly appreciated your continued support in whatever form you felt most comfortable be it favs, following and/or reviewing. It has been great. I trust you'll enjoy this instalment.

Please note chapter 24 was posted during FF's glitchmania so if you hadn't receive a notification, I apologize. In the last instalment Michonne woke up a little disoriented. She returned to work and was hitting a high note until obligations from her past arose. Yeah, Negan the nutbar. We also saw Aaron was gearing up to battle for his clients.

Thank you to darknessstartstorise for her assistance with this chapter.

Cheers!

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Michonne

Michonne was angry at herself for not recognizing her own predicament. Negan was no longer capable of making decisions for himself or his company. True, upon discovering she still held his POAs she was upset for not having relinquishing the responsibility when she had the chance to do so without feeling guilty. She once loved Negan and now he was her responsibility, even if only temporarily. A fact, which didn't make Rick very happy. She was at least thankful that they were having this conversation by phone as oppose to being in person. She knew him and could visualize the range of his emotions. He was extremely quiet on the other end, which meant he was giving her the time to run through her options and hopefully come up with one that he could support.

In a perfect world, where Lori was not a factor, she could easily discharge the POAs on Negan's behalf as a friend and a professional because he had no family, having grown up in an orphanage. In fact, their relationship was once the closest thing he had to making a family. She knew such a decision would anger Rick, but Rick's a reasonable man and given a valid argument, she knew he would come to see it was the only humane thing to do.

As she thought things through she used her left hand to massage the tension that was building between her shoulder blades.

Lori in the picture definitely posed an ethical dilemma so she would have no choice but to file the necessary documents with the court so that a conservatorship could be implemented on Negan's behalf. Where the Board was concerned, however, perhaps they could be swayed to have Lori petition to become Negan's guardian since she was now carrying his child.

Michonne was aware that anyone on the Board in Negan's inner circle who heard that 911 call already knew the identity of'Angel Eyes'. She was more surprised however that no one had unearthed the article about "Atlanta's Most Sort After Bachelor, No More," in it, was their engagement photo which would solve the whole mystery. This was something she had decided that she would discuss with Rick in person because she couldn't be certain of his next move.

Rick knew her and realized that the conflict had never crossed her mind. He knew she was thinking about the fact that she once loved Negan and even after all he'd done to her, it was not the rational man she loved that did them. She would feel duty-bound to take care of him as best she could. Her selflessness was one of the reasons he loved her. He hated the very thought of Michonne being anywhere near Negan period but sympathized with her for the position in which she now found herself. If not for the Lori complication in the whole mess, he would have had to support her decision to act on behalf of Negan. It was not a decision that would have made him happy, but he would follow her lead. She just needed to run the various scenarios in her head first.

However, after what seemed like an eternity to him, he broke the silence. "Do you know what you are going to do?" He asked as he continued pacing around his father's house.

"I really don't have a choice ethically speaking, I will have to file the papers with the court to relinquish the POAs. Well then, we've talked about my day, how was yours?"

Rick was relieved with her answer and happy to change the subject, even if the new one had one less character from the previous drama. "Aaron called, we're sitting down with Lori and her lawyer on Friday afternoon."

"Dad? I'm home. Noah and I just saw Guardians 2 and it was really cool." Carl announced dropping his backpack on the floor as he hung up his jacket. Michonne had overheard his son's arrival in the background. "I'm in the kitchen Carl, why don't you call a pizza for supper, okay? I'm on a call right now and I'll be with you in a minute."

"Rick, that's really good news but we can talk more about it after your meeting; go spend some time with your son, it's been a while since he's seen his dad. Good night."

"Okay, talk soon. Good night."

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Jones vs Jones

Jenny had not seen Morgan since her return from India, the day he hastily threw her to the curb. Sure she had broken their marriage but she didn't do it alone. He had a part in it … in pushing her into Richard's waiting arms. Surely, he must know that. Richard was no longer an issue so they certainly could work on things, perhaps they'd be able to give their marriage another go at it because at her age she wasn't keen on being alone. They never fought like other couples and they enjoyed one another's company whenever Morgan made time for them, so she called him. The call went through to her delight, unlike when she tried calling her daughter. "Hello?" he answered.

"Morgan, darling it's Jenny. I was wondering whether we could meet and have lunch together. I'm truly sorry for what I've done Morgan, and I was wondering if you could forgive me? I'm willing to do absolutely whatever it takes to make things right again. I've already lined up a marriage counsellor to help us if you are amenable to counseling. Please, darling, give us one more chance…we were so good together, please I implore you."

Morgan was sitting at his desk. He was studying the case before him when his personal cell rang. His reflexes responded without thought, he answered the call, it was Jenny's sex voice in his ear. Momentarily, stunned and spellbound her quiet voice imploring him like she'd done so many times before. He shook his head to break the spell and the images it had conjured up. Standing up from his desk he walked around his spacious office. He allowed her the time to plead her case, and then, and only then did he respond. "Jenny, if this was a one-time thing or even a fling I might be inclined to do so. But darling we're talking thirty years of a thirty-five-year marriage. Which meant you only loved me for five years while you loved another man for thirty. Sweetheart the math doesn't lie. I'm sorry, we can't go back … there's nothing to go back to." He ended the call and blocked her number.

After hearing about the telephone conversation between Morgan and Jenny, Aaron advised his client to avoid speaking directly with his wife and to avoid any scenario with her where they may be alone together. Sure, Morgan's a lawyer and one would presume he ought to know better, but he knew from experience a divorce is a highly charged emotional environment where unexpected things happen. He'd simply rather Morgan not become more of a victim than he already was.

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Four days later …

Jenny was not at all discouraged by Morgan's earlier rejection because she knew what made him tick. On this day, she decided to wear something special. She decided on her new Camillo-floral print silk midi dress by Roksanda, her black Louboutin heels with a matching clutch. She was determined to show him just what he was missing.

Jenny was instructed by her lawyer to meet him in the lobby of Aaron's building but she had other plans. She knew Morgan would arrive early as was his nature, so she arrived even earlier and discreetly hung around the lobby waiting to catch the same elevator he would; hoping against hope that they'd be able to be alone together. Jenny saw him arrive and call the elevator, unfortunately for her two others joined him. It was the only opportunity that she'd have to get him alone, especially if the other passengers didn't go to the top floor, so she boarded the elevator at the last minute. Morgan's head was down tending to business on his phone but his nose betrayed him. He knew that all too familiar perfume, Paris, and her personal scent mixed with it. He remembered the first time he gave the perfume to her as a gift. He looked up and there was Jenny, looking as regal as ever as though nothing had changed in all this time. She kept her eyes on the floor. He checked the call panel and it appeared that the other passengers were disembarking on the eighteenth floor. He certainly didn't want to chance it otherwise so he disembarked as though it was a mistake. He walked down the hall and then after the elevator doors closed he walked up the remaining two flights of stairs.

As the doors closed on her, Jenny was furious. She couldn't very well say anything or Morgan would have known just what she was up to.

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Ordinarily, the Respondent's almost never respond as quickly as Mrs. Jones' counsel had so Aaron reckoned their rush to proceed was an attempt to curtail the time it would require to uncover unflattering evidence. Moreover, the fact that the lover was dead, they probably figured it was a slam dunk scenario. Unfortunately for them, they had not counted on the trove of evidence which Mary Grimes provided to Morgan. Aaron knew that a first-year law student could determine there was no case whatsoever for abandonment, but he couldn't figure Martinez's angle. Surely, Martinez must know the reason his client opted for a no-fault divorce was due to the fact that the affair was of long duration and his client could be seen as though he condoned it. Alleging abandonment, however, was risky business especially if you knew one party was unfaithful; unless you knew there was no way to prove it. It was a dangerous game of chicken because their allegation actually backdoored his ability to bring the adultery to the forefront again.

The parties were all seated in Aaron's conference room. Aaron noticed the looks exchanged between Morgan and his soon to be Ex or so he hoped. He didn't understand what it was about so he made a mental note to keep a close watch on both of them. The meeting area was set up at one corner of the conference table allowing for three-quarters of the table to be available to set up the evidence if necessary. In the far corner of the room was a smaller table with juice, coffee, tea service, bagels, and muffins.

After welcoming Mr. Martinez and his client Aaron began. "Mr. Martinez, I believe we can all agree to dispense of the abandonment allegation. However, because it was raised we would like to move directly to the settlement of this matter. My client is no longer willing to offer the initial settlement of seven hundred thousand according to the conditions of the prenup, due to a thirty-year affair. Instead, he is willing to offer a settlement amount of one million in liquid assets, the home in Kings County and her car. This amount includes three hundred and fifty thousand the reduced amount under the prenup, six hundred and forty thousand from their accounts and investments, and the ten thousand which was the previously awarded as a housing allowance. This offer is a one-time deal and non-negotiable. If you don't agree we could have the courts decide this matter."

"Mr. Ross everything is negotiable. However, I would like to take this time to speak with my client. They were led to a smaller boardroom further down the hall. Once inside, Martinez advised a concerned Jenny, "It's exactly as I explained to you. The allegation of abandonment would not hold up in court. You assured me there was no evidence to be found of your affair. A man of your husband's stature doesn't offer one million big ones to be rid of someone if he doesn't have evidence to back him. By evidence, I mean something more substantial than a bunch of letters. What are you not telling Mrs. Jones? Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Morgan only has those letters the kids wrote after we split them up. I swear, Richard had the two that Michonne wrote and in Kings County are the two that his son wrote to Michonne. I don't think there's anything else but way back when…Richard had snapped a couple Polaroids of me but I doubt those things are still in existence. They weren't anything vulgar ... just me in a bikini from our vacation, apart from that there's nothing at least nothing that I know of … we were very careful."

"As long as you're sure that's all … then we should be okay. You will not answer any questions unless I give you the okay to do so, agreed?" She nodded her head in agreement. "By the way, when we sat down earlier this morning, there was a look between you and your husband, what was that about? I took note you didn't exactly follow my instructions to wait in the lobby. Did something happen between you two that I should know about?" He watched her closely to read her but she kept her body closed off with her arms folded across her chests.

Her eyes didn't meet his. "It was nothing really. I tried to catch a moment alone with him. I even proposed counseling a few days ago but he shot me down." She acted as though it was no big deal shrugging her shoulders but the resignation in her voice told him otherwise.

As far as he was concern, it was a little late for her to be missing the water all things considered, but it was her life. He was only hired to facilitate a speedy divorce. "I suggest we walk in there and see if they're bluffing. However, a million dollar payday is nothing to shake your head at. I would say take it, walk away and start over."

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The parties once again resumed their places at the table and Martinez began, "Frankly, Mr. Ross, you've made some rather wild allegations about an affair without adducing any kind of supporting evidence. As well, we have no idea what calculations were used regarding the division of the equitable property. We'd just like to understand where your numbers are coming from."

"Very well," Aaron said pushing his chair away from the conference table and standing up. He walked around the table to retrieve the box with the evidence and placed it on top of the table sliding it in front of Martinez. "Would you care to peruse what's in the briefcase as well? It's within the last five years, well after your client had already relocated to New York."

Martinez removed a few pieces from the box and looked at the cataloged evidence which effectively torpedoed their case. He passed the photos along to his client. Jenny looked at the images which previously pushed Morgan over the edge and finally understood why he wanted nothing more to do with her. Her eyes flitted across the table at Morgan who was engrossed in some business deal, his fingers busily typing away. He appeared as though he hadn't a care in the world, he was with his first love, his company, while in the middle of his divorce settlement or so she thought.

In fact, Morgan was giving Michonne a blow by blow commentary as to the proceedings. Having seen the look on both Martinez and then Jenny's face he invited his daughter to a celebratory late lunch and she accepted. He planned to return to New York later that afternoon. After the documents were signed, he stood up, buttoned his jacket and thanked Aaron for his time. He walked out of the conference room without looking back. He went directly to his office until such time he was to meet up with his daughter.

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Grimes vs Grimes

That afternoon Rick waited in a small conference room with a black round table and black leather chairs, the walls were painted grey with white borders. It was plain and sterile with a smart board on the main wall. Rick couldn't help feeling that the room, somehow, reminded him of his marriage. There was only one remarkable outcome and that was his son, Carl; he stood out just as the smart board on the wall stood out in the small room.

Aaron returned shortly with both Lori and her lawyer in tow. After the parties were seated, Aaron began the discussions, "Mr. Mamet, I presume that you've already informed your client that this meeting is essentially to dispose of their equitable property. From what I understand, Mrs. Grimes has already agreed to my client's request for sole custody of their son, one Carl Grimes with weekend visits to his mother. In addition, the couple will schedule summer vacations and alternate holidays accordingly. I don't foresee the court will have any problems with this arrangement. As well, the prenup matters being concluded in that Mrs. Grimes had received full payment of the one hundred thousand dollars upon the positive DNA match that the child she was carrying, at the time of their marriage, was in fact that of her husband. However, based on the recent evidence of infidelity, Mrs. Grimes is now consequently barred from receiving any further funds excluding what is included in the division of their equitable property, which will be addressed shortly.

That said, the remaining issue is basically the separation of the property acquired during their marriage but excluding any gifts such as the condo in Atlanta and his late father's estate. As such, we're left with the couple's marital home, two vehicles, and their joint bank account."

At the announcement of the exclusions, Lori looked at Rick, surprised. She hadn't expected that the estate would be off limits to her. She hoped in giving Rick what he wanted, that is, his divorce and custody of their son, it would allow her to swing an upgrade to their family house instead of the much smaller one they currently own. The family home had more space and a bigger backyard. She remembered how much a younger Carl loved it there. She was disappointed, a look that Rick caught registering on her face but he didn't know the source nor did he care. His only concern was that he would walk away from this meeting free of Lori.

Aaron continued, "My client is willing to offer up their marital home, her vehicle and twenty-four thousand dollars which represent forty percent of their accumulated savings. We think that is fair given the circumstances. You can either take this offer or we'll see you in court where your client could be awarded even less."

Milton having listened to the Petitioners offer asked to caucus with his client. Aaron then called Beth who escorted them to another conference room down the hall. Lori was no sooner behind closed doors when her claws came out as she confronted her lawyer. "Why didn't you tell me the estate was not a part of the property? It's something he got during our marriage. And why was there no mention of his trust fund?"

"Mrs. Grimes, "equitable property" is what you both acquired during your marriage. That being property, vehicles, salaries, and investments. I addressed exactly what pertained to your divorce nothing more. His father's estate was not a part of your equitable property; ergo, it was never addressed. Furthermore, your husband doesn't stand to come into his inheritance for quite some time yet and that too is barred. Considering the infidelity you're very lucky he chose to offer you forty percent of your joint account, and he's not asking for child support. The latter is well within his rights given that you relinquished custody of your son. All things considered, Mrs. Grimes, what they are offering you is more than a fair deal and I recommend you accept it." Lori's shoulders slumped and she wiped her tears away. Milton then suggested that she make a trip to the ladies room to pull herself together before returning to the room.

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The parties all signed the necessary documents and Aaron explained they would be filed with the court within the hour. Rick stood up and buttoned his jacket, he shook Aaron's hand and thanked him. As he exited the room Lori followed, "Rick, can I talk to you for one minute?" A puzzled Rick looked at Aaron and her lawyer causing her to clarify her position. "No, I get it ... this is done … it's just something I wanted to say to you without the lawyers. Y'all don't mind, do you?" She asked looking at both lawyers who shook hands and in turn exited the conference room.

Rick returned to the room leaving the door slightly ajar. He was apprehensive because he had no idea what to expect from her. His cold eyes looked at her, "What is it, Lori?"

Lori couldn't meet his eyes instead she clasped her hands together and twisted them and looked at her fingers. "I'm …I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry. I understood your anger at first. But your hatred of me even after all these years Rick, I don't understand that."

"I never hated you Lori, just the way you underhandedly insinuated yourself into my life. What you did was wrong. I'm sorry I couldn't be more of a husband to you but you are the mother of my son and as such, we will always be connected. I wish you well Lori. I hope you'll find someone that could be to you what I couldn't. I'm sorry … take care of yourself." Rick opened the door and left.

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Rick: It's over! Dinner? My place, 7 pm.

Michonne: Yes!

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Dinner for Two

Rick had just finished setting the table, looking at his watch Michonne should arrive anytime now. There was a soft knock at the door, she was there. Opening the door his eyes rested on her beautiful face. She looked so beautiful in a floral dress with red sandals. She carried her shoulder bag and a bakery bag with her. "I didn't know what to get so I settled for an Amaretto Cheesecake." She said as she passed him the bag.

It had been merely days but it already felt like months since they last saw one another. The barrier was no longer between them. He wanted to embrace and kiss her but he remembered his recent conversation with Andrea, which wasn't lost on him because he knew Michonne was fragile. Just days before she had finally come to him admitting that she was broken and had been so for some time, but he couldn't tell her that he too had been broken since that night seventeen years ago. It was not about him. It was all about her and he vowed to do whatever it took to make her feel safe again. He made her a promise to follow her lead and he would; his wants and needs will be secondary to hers so he did the next best thing, "Hey!" he said taking the bag moving away from the door and granting her access to enter.

She looked at him and saw the same mixture of emotions she was feeling at the moment. She also saw his hesitation at not knowing which foot to lead with; it was as if they were teenagers again. "Hey!" She replied as she entered the condo. "Something smells amazing."

"I cooked lamb," he said as he moved towards the kitchen. "I trust you're hungry."

"I most certainly am," Michonne replied not quite sure which hunger was more prominent at the moment.

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Over dinner, they discussed the Negan issue. Rick was not happy that the Board knew who she was. However, he was at least reassured that her identity, for the time being, would remain concealed because she had requested a closed meeting with only the voting members. All of whom she insisted sign an NDA prior to addressing them.

The Board had informed her that based on what IT could uncover, it would appear that Negan solicited Mrs. Grimes to join Negan Recruiting Services. Shortly after that, the two became engaged in an affair, which was rather explicit based on the content found on his company phone and computer. The problem was the information was also exchanged with Mrs. Grimes personal cellphone and email. Michonne had informed them, while she could not advise them as to how they should deal with Mrs. Grimes, the employee, perhaps they could persuade the individual to lobby for Negan's guardianship since she was carrying his child. But she stopped short as to her legal reasoning behind the suggestion. Prior to the meeting, she had spoken with Tara and she felt sure she'd do the right thing now that her fear of Negan was no longer an issue.

Eventually, it was Rick's turn to confess. He explained that he followed a lead to Savannah which revealed his mother planted the story in the paper by calling in a favour from the Mayor, whose son was none other than Aiden Monroe. Knowing that the pieces of the puzzle started to come together. It was an elaborate fake out to dispose of Lori, but now Rick and his mother were at odds. This information made her sad because she knew he was sad. The situation being what it was, she figured that she might as well enlighten him as to what happened on her trip to Savannah, so she did. He couldn't believe that his mother had kept their parent's affair from him even after he became an adult. He knew something changed when his parents took separate rooms but had no clue what it was. He would never have guessed an affair because both families still continued vacationing together and still visited each other's homes. The changes were minuscule and known only to a few. He knew however that the final blow to his parents' marriage was his marriage to Lori.

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"Dinner was lovely, thank you!" She said reaching on her tiptoes to kiss him tenderly on the lips and tugged at his bottom lip. She could tell from his reaction that he wasn't expecting it. There was a storm brewing behind those blue eyes. His arousal was stirring and he was doing his damnedest to fight not wanting to rush them to the finish line. Cradling his face in both hands she reassured him, "Rick, I won't break if you kiss me. I need you. I need to feel anything but the void that's always been there ever since we lost our baby. I need you to hold me and make it better if only for a short while." She said as a single tear escaped its barrier and rolled down her cheek.

Rick's heart broke at her revelation, he used his thumb to wipe the tear away. "Don't cry, babe. Please, don't cry." He whispered to her cupping her face up and bringing his lips down to capture hers. His kiss was tender but the emotions behind it were intense. It conveyed the words he wanted to say to her that afternoon in her office. It conveyed an indescribable longing, their hunger intensified as their tongues dueled finally tasting the other. Suddenly, Rick pulled away…both using the moment to catch their breath. "Babe, are you really sure about this?" Nodding her head affirmatively, she tried to catch her breath. She saw the pain in his eyes and the tears he could no longer keep at bay.

She felt his desire for her grow between them and her laced underwear was coated with her desire for him. She wanted him and he wanted her but suddenly he wanted to be sure that she was okay. "Yes," she whispered, "I've never been surer babe." Picking her up her legs straddled his hips and she resumed their kiss, her arms linked around his neck as he carried her to his room.

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Her dress was the first item of clothing that went airborne followed by buttons on his plaid shirt. His kisses were hot and slow and they made her ache at her very core. Michonne wanted him to hurry but he wanted more. He wanted to prolong it, she knew him and he was in his head. He did not trust himself to believe it was real. He was looking at her, touching and smelling her but it had not yet registered that she was really there with him. He must have recreated this moment far too long in his head. So she took control of the situation she needed coax him out. Breaking their kiss and ridding him of his shirt, she pushed him onto the bed. Surprise registered on his face as she approached him, she stood over him at the foot his bed, her chocolate eyes locked onto his sapphire orbs, licking his bottom lip as though challenging her. Biting her bottom lip, she accepted his challenge. He could do no more than to lay back and wait for her next move.

Michonne made fast work of his belt buckle ridding him of his jeans leaving him in his boxers as she climbed atop and straddled him. In a flash, he sat up embracing her from either side just under her breasts and began kissing her stomach, the former home of their lost child. Alternating his kisses with nibbles recreating a bit of that pain and soothing it with a kiss. Biting her bottom lip to keep her tears at bay her fingers found their way into his silky soft curls. At last, she thought. He repeated this action for quite some time as though purging them of their shared pain.

Her legs trembled causing her to lose her balance knocking him over onto his back. Taking advantage of the situation she rid herself of her constricting bra to redirect his attention. It worked, his lips found their way around her nipple with his fingers around the other. Eventually, his lips found hers.

Her lips became tender from his sucking and biting as though he needed to be certain that too was real. They tumbled over each other switching positions. Each time she gained control he'd take it back. They were on his time and he wouldn't claim her until such time he was certain she wouldn't fade away.

Their mutual moans fed the other. "Rick please babe ... I need you." His blue eyes refocused onto hers, kissing his way down her body as he got closer to her core he licked his lips in anticipation of what he had longed for all these years, to be able to taste her again. He kissed her through her wet laced panties and inhaled her. She was real. Removing her panties and sliding her legs over his shoulders, he finally came out of his head kissing and nibbling his way up her inner thighs until such time his head was buried between Michonne's legs.

Feeling his mouth on her clit, she swore as she arched her back for more. Her fingers gripped the sheets and he slid his into her core. Rick's tongue slowly and tortuously lapped at her slick outer folds tasting and remembering her. His actions evoking a string of profanities from her, causing him to smile. Taking his fingers from her core he licked every drop of her essence from them as she watched him. "Babe, you taste even better than I remember." He purred as he finished licking his fingers.

Finally, grabbing her ass as his mouth found her core and he moaned, it reverberated deep inside her, which caused her to become wetter. He loved that he could still elicit such a reaction from her body after all this time. Her moans fuelled his hunger. Dipping his tongue into her heat, lapping at her juices and probing at her caused her fingers to find his curls. "Baby your so fucking wet." He knew she was close, the tension in her body was perceptible. "Cum for me baby... cum, open your eyes baby... I wanna watch you cum."

Her breathing became erratic. Grabbing a fistful of his curls she rolled her hips as Rick latched his mouth onto her clit and she came in his mouth screaming his name as her body shook beneath him. He watches her lose herself. After wiping his mouth and nose on the back his hand, he removed his boxers and freed his pulsating cock from its prison. It was throbbing and longing to go home.

Slowly he kissed his way up her body, lining up his manhood at her entrance then he kissed his way up her neck, sucking on her earlobe and finally kissing her lips; searching her eyes to be sure she was still with him. "Are you ready babe?" And she smiled opening her legs wider granting him greater access to enter. He slid into her slick velvety walls amazed at her tightness still after all this time. Rick inhaled deeply and stopped for fear it would be over before it began.

Slowly, he sunk deeper inside causing her to inhale deeply as her body adjusted to him accordingly. Kissing him back slowly and passionately, she locked her ankles behind him. He began moving slowly in and out of her, long slow strokes grinding into her until she could take no more. She needed him to shatter her world, "Baby... faster please," so she bucked her hips to encourage him along.

It had been months for Rick and he didn't want to finish before her. He picked up the pace and slid his thumb between their bodies stimulating her clit, before long he felt that familiar vice on his manhood and he felt the tremors deep within her as she began to shatter around him so he quickened his thrusts. She felt his body tighten and knew he was on the edge so she pulled him along with her. Moaning and professing their love for one another they exploded in unison.

THE END!

Please note their story continue in The Do Over.