Boy what an orgasm, she grabbed his hair and pulled his face deep into her pussy as she had one orgasm after the other.When she finally came down, he ...ook one last mouthful, held it in his mouth, and raised himself up. He moved up to face her. He stopped just a couple of inches from her face, saw the look of anticipation on her face and he kissed her. He kissed her tenderly, passionately. Their tongues danced, sharing her juices and she then licked her juices from his face.Their arms wrapped. Always so hard to tell... “Do you know their phone number?”“Why the heck would I know that?”“I don’t know. Never mind.”“I don’t think they deliver to the Catskills, if that’s what you’re getting at.”“Very funny. Forget it, though.”“Okay. How are you doing?” she asked.“I’m hanging in there ... Feeling a bit down, actually.”“Oh, what’s wrong?”“Tommy got hurt today.”I gave her the rundown on his gymnastics lessons and our unsanctioned outings. “So anyway, today he was on this tree beam again and. Got that T shirt. I'm sorry Uncle Bob, but you don't hold a candle to David in that area. In fact, after living with you for a while, I'm pretty sure you couldn't break my heart if you actually tried to." No, I'm not going to break your heart," I said patiently. "But what happens when you get tired of an old man huffing and puffing after you, and you want to go dancing and have some fun, and party with people your own age? What happens if you meet a nice young man, but feel like you'd hurt my. On the back of the postcard names and phone numbers were scribbled in his neat, male handwriting. Everyone who was important to him was on that card, he told me. I new my name and number still resided on a scrap of paper from our first meeting at the bookstore nearly four weeks ago, and I wondered if I'd ever be added to his postcard list. He'd been taking me out on Tuesday and Friday nights. Dinner and sometimes a movie or a play. Our romance was new and our feelings for each other, though.