If there was a permanent relationship developing here this weekend, it should be with no strings attached. She showered and freshened up from her long...drive as he fixed dinner: seafood over pasta, garlic bread and Sangria wine. They caught up on the last year as they ate, laughing and flirting like old friends. His love for the young beauty was still there, and he let it show as openly as he dared. He believed she loved him as well, catching a look of warm affection from time to time as she. She kneels in front of me and that was a big shock to me because Carmen was not really someone who loved giving and was always in position of strength when she was eating me. She kneels and eats my pussy. She even slid one finger in my asshole but I took her hands calming her sexual desire because I was not a fan of anal play. Any kinds of anal play were repulsive to me.Carmen removed her finger and continue to lick me until I had another orgasm she than kissed me in the mouth and we started. Then, I cry. God I miss him, his touch, his voice. I need to be with him: Wherever he may be. I close my eyes and open them again. The vision is blurry, but through the mirror I swear I see his body, naked, hard, ready. He’s ready for me. I lay down. And I hear him whisper, ‘Close your eyes.’ I do. I know he can’t be here. I become dizzy, but I do not open my eyes. I feel too good. He feels too good. I rub my breasts and whisper his name. My hands are everywhere. His hands are everywhere.. I’m kinda down, ya know?’ Looking down at the bar and rubbing a spot with her finger, she answered, ‘Yeah, Bobby, I know. I’ve been feelin’ like that for two years now. Damn! I miss the hell out of that asshole!’ Lookin’ in the mirror, I could see her eyes were cloudin’ up, maybe threatenin’ rain. I took stock of her though I knew her well. She was sure ’nuff small but I knew she had a hellacious temper and a huge heart in that tiny body. She’d always had a big smile but I sure didn’t see one.