He grabbed a seat, sitting still and knowing she wouldn’t notice him. He watched her with the child, and felt something old and familiar kicking aro...nd inside his chest. Her hair was much longer now, red and silky smooth and hanging down over her shoulders. She still had the same freckles, meaning she would always have a youngish look to her. The girl he had broken up with was now a woman with a baby, and whatever it was he was feeling rolled over into nervousness. Could he even talk to her?. “More to life than dance, Kisa.”“You and I both know that’s the only way I was ever going to go to college. My whole future depended on being able to dance! I haven’t just lost my legs, I’ve lost my will to live.” She threw herself forward onto the table and bawled, slamming her fists against the wood of the table. “It’s not fair! I’ve been kicked around my whole life, and just when it was getting good, I get hit by a fucking car!”The table beneath her hands vanished and she was back in the. When he started he tumbled a little as it wasn’t that easy but after few practices he got into sync. He started to increase the speed of his thumping and thursting into her pussy and ass. It was all so sexy. He left the carrot in her ass and grabbed her waist. He started pounding his giant 7 inch cock into her hole like a maniac. She kept crying out loud and hurling bad words. He was so aroused now that he started biting and scratching her like an animal. After pounding her for nearly an hour. One day, we left a friend's wedding for an overnight stay in a hotel, and we struck up a conversation in the hotel bar with a salesman. He happened to sell wine and I knew right away it was going to be a fun night. The guy seemed nice enough and was very funny. He was a much older man, though, probably in his early 50s, a bit overweight and balding. He had us laughing from the minute we met him. After many drinks, the bar closed and the guy asked if we wanted to have another drink. He mentioned.