He started out toward the ocean, that meant battling through the traffic of two urban areas, stop and go driving over a five mile bridge, and then the...long tedious transit across the sandy coastal plain. The bridge he crossed was the only way to get from the great plateau that extended up the northeast coast to the Atlantic shoreline. Once on the eastern side of the bridge his travels carried him across the sandy alluvial plain, a broad expanse of low flat land barren of any distinguishing. He looked around to see if anyone was watching and extended his hand to help me out. Holding his hand and leading to the clearing behind the dumpster enclosure (I had put a picnic table back there years ago for this purpose). We spoke a few moments and I kissed his cheek with my hand on his hard cock over top of his pants as I sat down on the bench. Looking up at him smiling with my ruby red glossed lips I undid his pants pulling out his rock hard cock wrapping my hand around it (my nails. If there’s one thing I’ve noticed about older people it’s that they more often regret the things they didn’t do more than the things they did. So, I’m doing things. While I’m still young.”“So… what other stuff have you done?”“What do you mean?” Tegan asked, coyly.“Well I mean apart from what we’ve done together… you know. With your boyfriend.”“Jeez, you want me to go into the sordid details of my one significant relationship?”“I guess not, not really.”“Brandon if what you’re trying to figure. He was tall, probable 6'1 or 6'2. He had dark hair and was wearing a dark suit. The man turned around and walked toward her. Once he came into full view she let out a small gasp.“Hi Tara,” The man said. He stepped closer to her.“Tatum....” Tara stepped backwards into the house. He followed her in and shut the door behind him. She continued to back away from him until the thin wall that separated the stairwell and the dining room. It was maybe only a maybe five feet away from the door. Tears had.