The Valley Girl craze was at it’s peak, right before the song and movie with that name came out and quickly turned it from a cultural craze to an ov...rused and dying fad. Roller skating was a craze again, as the drug and sex crazed roller discos of the 1970’s gave way to more family and kid oriented places.And it literally seemed like every few miles on the major streets in The Valley there was a roller rink. Some from converted bowling alleys, others from closed grocery stores or ice rinks that. Her gray hair was done up in a bun, one ringlet curling cutely downwards next to the expensive, silver-rimmed glasses she always wore. Her lips, full and glistening cherry-red, curled into a pleased smile. She looked better than ever. “Good morning, Allie.” There it was, that husky timbre that sent goose bumps all over my skin. I tried to greet her in return, but my voice failed me. She appeared to sense my predicament. “I am so happy that you came. It has been quite some time. But please come. This meant that we got special attention, not only from the old lady serving, but also from her chef husband Tino, who kept coming through and talking to us. In fact, after a thoroughly enjoyable meal, Tino's special tagliatelle, they both joined us for a glass of Pinot Grigio and an hour of very personal, yet inoffensive, questioning. As we prepared to leave, Tino's wife, Olivia, pulled me to one side and told me quietly in strongly accented English. "Look after that one, you have someone very. Fuck me hard.”I couldn’t believe those words were coming from my mouth. I had never been one to talk dirty during sex. But it seemed so right for the occasion. I forgot all about being married. All I wanted was for Tony to fuck me harder and harder.The scent of our passion filled the room as he continued to pound away at me. Finally, I was able to move my arms. I grabbed his ass and pulled him tighter to me as I rocked my hips against his draining cock.Another orgasm and then it was over. My.