I was newly divorced after 20 years of marriage and the kids were already grown and out of the house. I was working long hours through the week and di... not have much time on my hands to go to bars looking for some fun. So I decided to go online and test my waters a bit. I was 42 years old and was eager to try something new. So I got an account to meet couples looking for a third. I created a profile stating my stats 5 foot 8 185 lb attractive male with Brown Hair, Brown Eyes, 6.5 in long thick. So fucking hot. Then I started to fuck it. Hard, fast, and rough. All the things I could tell she wanted. It felt so good. So different from a vagina but still just as great or better. A few minutes went by and I could tell I was close to cuming. I wasn't ready for this to be over, so I asked her how she wanted to be fucked next. What she was about to say just one-uped what she had said earlier. In the same fuck me face she said "Get on top of me so I can see your face when you cum in my ass.". His phone buzzed again, and his heart quickened as he noticed it was her calling, the screen showing her smiling in front of the Provost’s house. He pulled his headphones off and picked up the phone, watching as it buzzed again, and then a third time before going to voicemail. He closed his eyes in thought and then put the phone down again, pulling his headphones back on. In a burst of inspiration, he pulled the battery out of his phone and tossed it into his closet. At least that way there was. It is, then, the existence more than the practice of the tradition that quickens the Irish heart. It was largely because of this reason that James was grateful for his invitation to take Thanksgiving dinner with Shirley Jacobs and her family. It was a good excuse that he could use to turn down his parents’ invitation. There weren’t hard feelings between them. He only he wished to avoid the looks of sadness that he saw painted on their faces when he last stayed at his boyhood home. In the Irish.