I wasgoing to sit in a lounge, talking, listening to music, a drink or two ofwine, nothing formal, just a quiet night in. I went behind thecosmetics ...ounter and stared at the organised confusion of make-up, hairornaments, perfume and costume jewellery. I didn't know where to startand then I delved back into my memory and tried to remember everything Icould about my mother and Auntie Mo and how they had set about makingthemselves look good. I turned back to the mirror, my face was. Much to my surprise she pinged me back. The interaction went on for a month and we finally decided to meet each other. She texted me the address of a nearby café coffee day and intimated that she can meet me there at 4:00 PM. I reached café coffee day on time and waited for her. I took a seat near the entrance so that I can have a glimpse of her; after about half an hour, I saw a girl in brown skirt and sleeveless t-shirt entering the café coffee day. At first I didn’t recognize her as I had. He forced his entire length deep inside me, pushed with force and made me moan loudly. For a few seconds, he kept his dick inside my tight asshole before doing anything, probably to enjoy the moment, at least I enjoyed it. Then he started to fuck me. He kept going out until just the tip of his cock was inside me, and then immediately shoved it back into me with force. I heard how his balls slapped against me, making my pussy soaking wet and making me moan louder and louder. It felt so amazing. Laying on the sofa I thought I was dying the pain was so excruciating. Almost unconscious I could feel water landing on my face and thought it funny that it could be raining in the house, only to look up and find Mark crying over me, his tears falling more rapidly than my own. I remember clearly saying "I love you" before everything went dark, thinking I would never see him again, only to wake in the hospital with Mark asleep in the chair beside my bed where he had stayed the whole night.I.