" I got us a cookie," she said. "You like sweets?" Sure," I said."Did you want to go anywhere special? Or we could go to my place, it's not far from h...re." That sounds nice," I said, and fell into step beside her. "So, you're not having second thoughts?" I asked her."Why would I?" She said."Oh, you know. I put on a few pounds after the k**s."Catherine smiled at me. "I like curves."My heart lurched, and I wondered if I would be able to pull this off. I felt like an imposter.It was growing dark. Then slowly I stated to penetrate and she felt the pain and she went aaaaaaaaa Rahul slowly. Since this was her first time, I knew that she would feel some pain and I requested her to relax. I kept penetrating slightly at every push and soon I was completely inside her and she was now going delirious with her expressions. She said “aaaaaah this is so good. Rahul you are making me crazyyyyyyyyyyy.” I was responding “I love you so much. You are the best. It is wonderful to fuck you.” “Oh this is. It was one of those nights when a number of ladies of the night came in a few times just to rest and get off their feet. We struck up conversations because I was hopping that some of that street whore mentality would rub off onto my wife. This particular night one of them was complaining that everybody she ran into wanted their dick sucked. Then she proceeded to tell us about the number and sizes of the guys she had sucked off that night. Even though she was young and not used to this life I. "It was all before your time, anyway." But not before yours?" It was just an old TV show from way back," she said. "Guy was some kind of monk, wandering around, doing good." The detective guy?" Ray said. "The hyper-fastidious one?" What?" Monk. I know about that show," he said. "It's not so old. I think it might still be on, even - or at least in syndication. The little curly-headed dude, worries about germs all the time?" No! No," Carolyn said. "That's not the one. That show is called 'Monk.'.