Wheeler offered to drive Sarah home. “Oh it’s fine,” she said zipping up her hoodie, “I can just ride my bike.” “Nonsense,” Mr. Wheeler ...roclaimed, “it’s a downpour out there. I will not take no for an answer.” Sarah looked down at her sneakers and blushed, she had a powerful crush on Mr. Wheeler and had been attracted to the tall, handsome, smart, sexy man since she had first seen him. The commanding tone he now took made her feel things deep down, feelings that made her nervous to look at. I raised my eyes to look into his but the effort wasn’t too steep.In my heels I was approximately 5 inches taller than him. I smiled once again. He came closer and his hands encircled my waist. I could make out he wanted to kiss me on lips but was falling a bit short. He tiptoed to reach where he wanted to but was falling over me in doing so. My arms reached behind his back from under his armpits and to make it easier for him I tried removing my sandals, but he stopped me from doing so. “I am. And it hurt deeply to lose you from my life." I started to cry. Greg set his drink down on the table between our chairs and stood in front of me. He took my hand, and pulled me into a standing position and hugged me firmly. "I am so sorry that I that I ran and hid. I promise it won't happen again." "See that it doesn't," I sobbed, my tears were soaking his shirt as he held me. The hug was not sexual, but it was loaded with affection and emotion. He held me for thirty or forty seconds as I cried. He grabbed my hair at one point so hard that my neck and back were stretched so tight the stress was beyond what I could bear and I moaned, “Aahhh!”As he fucked me, he bit into my top left shoulder by the neck, then sucked and sucked and sucked so hard that I knew he left on me a big red hickey.Luckily, I thought, my blouse had a collar!His hands roamed all over my body as he fucked his delicious, probing fat penis into my pussy. He was an expert at finding erotic places I did not know I had..