That’s fourteen years. If our birthdays fell on the calendar right, it might only be thirteen years different. That’s not so much, I think. ‘Our...age difference won’t be a problem,’ he says and for some reason I put it out of my head. I recover. ‘You were married, then. Divorced?’ ‘No, widowed. A form of brain cancer took Helen.’ ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘Don’t be. We had a good life together. I only wished I enjoyed it more. One day, I walk in the door on a wonderful summer night and she tells me she. "Sorry, Lee, I gotta go." She was looking anxiously at Pete."I'll see you tomorrow morning. Have a great time." I was already old news to her."Thanks again, Lee. You've really been great. I won't forget you. You're probably the second last guy I'll ever make love with," she said with a flounce and a grin.I watched her head back and rejoin Pete's table, and if she wasn't sitting in his lap, she was damn close. I had a feeling Pete was going to get lucky tonight.In the meantime, the mysterious. I then put her in a doggy style and put my t-shirt in her mouth so that she don’t scream. I then slowly started pushing my cock inside her ass hole. She was crying in pain but could not scream due to my t-shirt.After trying for 10-15 minutes, ultimately I succeeded in entering her ass hole and then I gave a big push and my entire cock was inside her ass hole. She was shaking her head in pain and her tears were wetting the pillow.After the entire cock went inside, I did not move and waited for. “Silly!”“What are you doing tomorrow midday? Am I allowed to take you to the cinema? I’ll bring you back before sundown!” he said. Lauren could hear him smiling. If he had asked her to go to Timbuktu she would have said yes. She was aware of her mother in the kitchen and turned her back so that she didn’t hear.“Great, what’s on? she asked, thinking about what she had to wear in her wardrobe. She didn’t think that she had anything pretty that was clean.“Don’t know. We’ll see when we get there..