On my way home I got the Suburban washed and the interior cleaned. Was I smitten or what?After showering, I picked out a conservative suit with coordi...ating shirt and tie. My shoes were shined. Looking in the mirror reminded me of dates in my younger years when I wanted to impress a young girl. Tonight I felt the same way. I really wanted something to happen but knew it was stupid of me to even think of it. I tried not to get my hopes up. Jayden’s parents would put the kibosh to this ridiculous. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh" she cried and before she could make too much noise she buried her face into the pillow and I could faintly her her scream as her orgasm washed through her body. After she had settled down Josh lifted her hips up so she was on her knees and continued to fuck her hard. I could see her breasts swinging with the force of every thrust Josh managed another five or more minutes before he threw back is head groaning as he buried his cock deep inside her and I can only assume exploded. But regardless of his choice of work, the holidays are always the worst. It serves to remind him of the dregs of society, the forgotten or unwanted, the uncared for and ignored. On the television behind the bar, hanging above his head only serves to remind the world of this fact.“Hey, bartender,” an elderly man says with a wave to catch Robert’s attention. “Give me another.”The man shakes his head. “Sorry, Glen, but I can’t.”“Well, why the fuck not?” Glen asks, his words slurry.“It’s the. As a widower living on TV dinners and sandwiches, I jumped at the opportunity. Besides she was a very attractive woman near my age, well, perhaps within ten years or so of my fifty-something. I arrived promptly at six as arranged, with a nice bottle of red wine under my arm.She met me at the door and accepted the wine with a gracious smile and a "Welcome to my house." There was the delectable aroma of roast beef emanating from the kitchen, but it wasn't anywhere it as near delectable as the.