I had loved this woman for over ten years and she had stopped loving me for over half that time.I had treated her a little badly sometimes but didn't ...he realise that I always loved her no matter what my actions were? I looked at her again but realised, from her expression and stance, that arguments and pleading would get me nowhere.If she thought that I was going to just lay back and let her run into the arms of another man she was going to find out just how wrong she was. Wiping my eyes, I. I began talking to my future ex online and we finally decided to meet up for a ‘date’. We met at her college-a small Christian school about an hour away and hung out. After getting past the initial meeting in person bit, we grabbed a bite to eat downtown and shortly after we were getting hot and heavy in room 308 of the Royal Inn. One hell of a first date, huh?She was pudgy-we’ll call it the freshman 25-had red hair (think Isla Fisher-the virgin clinger from Wedding Crashers), amazing 36D. When he tried to pull out, he felt like he was being gripped by a vise and he went slowly. She gave a painful moan as he pushed back in and then he found it easier to pull out the second time. Slowly, he began to fuck her and her cries soon turned into moans. Ohhhh! Go a little faster. Just be gentle, she pleaded. He slowly increased his tempo and was surprised that her moans now seemed more passionate. He had been fucking her ass only a couple of minutes when she cried out. Yes! Fuck me faster. Mmmmm that feels good.’ She ended with a long drawn out moan. ‘The customers were awful. The ones with complaints picked today to come in.’ ‘Want me to go beat up Fenwick for ya? I can take him baby.’ His hips twitched, rubbing the incredibly sensitive spot just below the head between the tips of two toes. He swallowed a moan of his own and lifted his dick off of her foot. She laughed, a carefree musical sound that never failed to make him smile, even when his dick was so hard it hurt. ‘I can.