We started on the trips to her place. I helped her quickly pack and load all of her things. It took a few trips, but we got everything. Luckily she told me none of the furniture was hers, he already had it when she moved in. But packing her clothes was fun. She tried on a few things for me, including a pair of big, black boots and leather jacket with nothing else on. I couldn’t control myself. I pounded her on the bed they had slept in until it was soaked and the room smelled of sex.
She slipped on a pair of black jeans and wore that the rest of the time we were moving.
We talked a lot about how she had been feeling about what he did, what she planned to do, and how she felt about our plan. I listened and questioned, and offered my view point. And we fucked again in the living room. It was angry sex. She was purely venting her anger on me with her body, knowing I could take it and ride it out. We both ended up with marks and bruises. My back was shredded from her nails and she had several sets of teeth marks and handprints.