So this would be in person, not through the anonymity of the internet, would that be so bad? What could possibly go wrong?I replied to her message, in...the online chatbox, since her profile showed she was online, ‘Would love to meet you. Not sure when, though. Remember, I’m married.’Her reply, ‘Bring your wife. Lunch, tomorrow noon?’Bring my wife? No, no way I could do that. But I don’t see why I couldn’t meet her at noon. Karen works, I work, we have our lunch hours. And I worked for myself, so. I whispered what the hell? She said it didn't take long until your dick was poking me in the ass. I said why didn't you wake me up or move and she said I was warm and she paused before saying that she honestly hadn't felt a dick in awhile. I was probably still feeling the effects of the beer I drank and thrusted at her. She didn't stop me but quietly moaned. I quickly felt a hand on my crotch. She said I guess you win the nervous game, I didn't even know we were playing. She said that she. ‘Hush little one- for those bad, bad men are many miles from here’ The saintly woman cried. The corpse was rotted and its putrid smell inflamed the very last of our senses. Yet tears are not to be shed for what remains of this, the last remnants of our humanity- for the child has no conception of pain. (Not then and not now) For on bended knee their faith is never in doubt, never in question. No pain is allowed. (Not then and definitely not now.) ‘Hush little one- for those iron clad horsemen. Mai andar aaya aur use dekhne laga to wo boli ki muhdikhayi to do ..Mai jhat aage badha aur uske raseele hontho ka ras nichodne laga aur khne laga ki aj tumhe aisi muh dikhayi dunga ki yaad rakhogi pr kya tum taiyar ho ..Usne sir hilakar ha me jawab diya .. Fir maine use khada kiya aur uske haatho ko chuma .. Uski ungliyo ko baari baari chusta aur chumata fir nakhoon se uski gori kalaayi pr nishan bana raha tha ..Mai uski hr jewellery ko utaarne ke saath waha kiss karta … Sabse zada maza.