She flicked her hair and strolled away, well aware that I was watching her the whole way. My friends were hysterical, they could see how on edge I was...and had enjoyed the whole spectacle of me being prayed upon by this stunning cougar. They wanted to know every detail about what had been said but I knew I couldn't give them anything. I made my excuses about being ill and gave them a lame story about chatting to her about nothing more than work and family. Naturally they gave me some stick about. “I am,” I said, trying to make my voice sound cold.“Oh, I’m sorry, I should have realized.” He was trying really hard to sound ashamed, but I wasn’t having any of it.“What about you?”“Same, same. I’m really excited about the new git history tooling they introduced. You know, how it’s able to read all of the blobs—you know, git stores things in blobs under the hood, but that’s probably really advanced for you.”I kept up the polite smile, thoroughly glad my drink was not alcoholic. He of course. After all Grant, you may wake up in the morning and not want me anymore. I really want a true soul mate, someone for all seasons. Someone I can believe in.”I reassured her I was that person. I even swore that since I’d gone as far as I had, surely there couldn’t be much more to embarrass me in me paying the price of love, so to speak.SEVEN MONTHS LATERHere I am standing at the altar waiting for my bride, Gwen, to walk down the aisle any minute. As I’m waiting, I think back over the last few. I wasn't too concerned with the age difference as she was an adult with wit and intelligence. She was also fun to talk to. I've been attracted to younger and older than me over the years so I can't say that I have a type. The female form at any age, colour or shape is hot to me.Still, I cannot deny we had an attraction based on our ages. I teased her about being about being a horny 18 year old who always had her hands down her panties. She teased me about liking horny 18 year olds. Although, we.