But life is not a fairy tale.The following minutes pass in the awkward state that always follows. Thanks for the ride but this is where I get off. Sho...ld I be polite? Should I just be a dick? It’s a conundrum all men face. I save him the trouble. I’m not looking for love. I give him a kiss and a smile. Like the smart man that he is, he knows what it means. I prop myself up in the bed finding a cigarette. I enjoy the view of my dark stranger as he reassembles himself. Again, the cold steel of. The following day one of the girls phoned to see how things were going. She, and the others, had been surprised the night before, first because I got drunk, second because I dragged a strange man home with me. I told her what I could recall of what happened, and was foolish enough to accept her offer of another night out, just for the hell of it. And I did it again. No, I didn't bring Tom home. It was another one. God only knows what his name was. He wasn't quite the master of the game that Tom. As I stroked your soft blonde hair, my curiosity kicked in. I began to wonder if he'd stroked your hair tenderly at any time. Perhaps when you were alone for the first time as you kissed passionately. Or maybe he ran his fingers through its full length, as you lay back and took his full length into your insatiable pussy.Or did he just play teasingly with your hair as you lay tightly together after sharing your first orgasms as a couple? Whenever and however he played with your beautiful hair. She considered the tan, sexy MILF body that was naked at her door step. Rhonda had seen Tammy around the trailer park getting spanked and doing chores and heard all the rumors about what was going on in the trailer at night. She knew that Tammy was trying to turn over a new leaf and she herself had gone through the 12 step program after turning to alcohol when Arnold left her –so she knew about the steps to make amends with those you have wronged. She still thought Tammy may be up to something.