"Explosive?" I ask, brushing the matted hair from her forehead.
"Mmmmm. Thunderous." She sighs, wiggling her hips and sloshing my spent c**k around in her soggy p***y. "Thank you, Nick." She says, kissing my lips tenderly. "You don't know how much I needed that."
"You not only needed it, Maggie." I say, returning her kiss. "You deserved it."
"Thank you." She whispers. As we lay together in post coital bliss, she returns to earlier topics. "Nick, what really happened between you and Nicole?" She asks.
"Like I told you, Maggie." I answer. "Mostly it was distance. But it was also the transmitter. I used it to direct and control Nicole, learning, too late I guess, that controlling another person is not a good basis for a healthy relationship. It doesn't grow and develop. It becomes boring.
