“Any other time I would say yes, especially since I bought that Don Edwards collection. But with this weather, I think not.” As he glanced over at...her, Jaycee could see the tension in his face. “I don’t think either of us would be able to enjoy it properly.”Jaycee nodded her head understandingly. Some of the first songs she ever learned to play on the guitar were cowboy songs from her Papa’s favorite Don Edwards album – well, him and Marty Robbins. She even learned to yodel imitating Don as he. But that’s what I wanted to do to her, it was. I was saving all of this for later, but she forced my hand. It was her fault, and she had to pay for it. “Sweetheart… This is what I meant when I told you I was a monster. This is what I think you didn’t deserve, but I’ll do it to you anyway because you asked me to.” I held her tighter, and I mercilessly pushed her down, until one more inch struggled inside of her with a noise. A stretching noise. Alissa didn’t scream. She inhaled loudly, her head. Main or vishal uske sath ek gandi si colony me gye. Waha usse 1 aadmi ne pucha k ye dono kon hain?To wo bola-” mere bhatija, bhatiji hain. Delhi ghumne aye hain, 9-10 din rukenge.”Uske ghar me gaye to dekha k Uska ghar bahut chota tha. Waha jake usne mujhe pakda or mujhe lipkiss kiya or fir mere top k upar se hi boobs dabaye. Main jaanti thi k agar main oppose karungi to ye mujhe marega ya fir papa ko bata dega. Fir usne mujhe lipkiss fir se ki or mere hoth chuse or mere muh me jeebh daali.. Not until the end anyway. I didn’t intend it to be that way when I started, but the thing grew legs and wandered off and went where it wanted. In this one a middle-aged man is seduced by a twenty-something hottie. But the trouble is she’s also a married woman. He tries to resist but is too weak and can’t manage to find the strength to deny him, and her it seems, the pleasure. Just a note on the point-of-view: because it’s in the first-person doesn’t mean it’s autobiographical. I anticipate.