You pulled out to read it once more, squinting your eyes to decipher the cursive writing.' Dear John DoeI hope this letter fines you in good health, I...write to you with an important request; Im getting too old boy, my mind and body are getting weaker every day and I can feel my edge growing duller. Therefore I need you John, to maintain my estate, I beg that you agree. Do not fear Dear John, my maid Felicia has remained to help you every step of the way and I have left you more than enough. My dad was at the stove, his back to me. He looked to be just wearing a flannel robe, which was quite a shock as I almost never saw my dad not dressed."Hi, pumpkin," he said as he turned towards me. He was holding a plate full of pancakes, which he then placed down on the island bar between us. "Dig in." Ok" I answered. He didn't seem mad or anything. If fact he actually seemed quite happy. I sat down and picked up the bottle of syrup my dad had place before me. I poured a generous amount of. I had found him online, 40 years older than myself and talked quite a bit online. He had never been with a girl like me before but was quite interested. He bought me cloths he thought would be appropriate (love it when a man choses my cloths!) and invited me over. At first we just sat on his couch, drinking a bit of wine and discussing life. After perhaps 30 minutes he asked me if I was interested in playing. He told me my cloths were waiting for me in the bathroom. He had bought me nice black. Marcus had never seen Rachel so upset. Their sex life had been a bit routine lately. Maybe he could play along for a little while and see where things went. Nothing extreme like she'd had before, but enough to give her back some excitement. He needed to give her what she wanted and if that was not to be treated like a little girl, then he needed to figure out what she desired . Clearly she didn't want to tell him, but maybe he could order it out of her? He cleared his throat and tried a.