Immediately I pulled myself together and replied "Hi sure I am Sven. You are then sure Moni or? Glad to meet you". So we talked for a while and the mo...d really relaxed. After a while Moni came up with the idea that we could also talk while driving around. Then she climbed up to my old battered polo with her briefcase. I still couldn't believe this hammer woman in my car.So we drove around a bit and she talked about me and also explained why she wanted to meet me. Her main interest in me was my. To get u on board this is during the late sixties and we were living in changing times and alot of unknowns. To speak of the sixties, I was reading anything about the youth movement, rock and roll my favorite bands Steppenwolf and Grand Funk. Had my first pussy, four twenty smoke break, homosexual experience, and threw for a touchdown at home with my Dad there. I was a LUCKY LITTLE FUCKER, okay if I refer to myself as LLF, to bad sounds cool, Okay where was I, pussy pussy pussy yeah LLF lived. I logged in again the next day and was surprised to see at least a dozen responses. I went through them and found several were from some really hot looking ladies. I began an email exchange with a woman named Veronica. She had a decent set of B cup tits and she lived nearby. In her emails, I learned she was also married, and really enjoyed fucking guys with big cocks. I decided to give her an alias of Ken instead of my real name Cory because of my job. I stole several pics of some random guy. It didn't matter that across the road meant more than a mile between our houses, or that I did not even know the people there had a daughter. All of their kids I had glimpsed over there any older than five wore flannel shirts and overalls when they were working out on their farm. On school days, someone would drive them up on their tractor just a minute or two before the school bus arrived. The kids under five all wore overalls without shirts. Sometime it was not even that much. When it got.