Dave was embarrassed by his lack of staying power. He tried to speak but didn't know what to say and didn’t know her name either. They barely talked...at the bar. Closing time came, and they hooked up because that's what everyone else was doing.As the girl exited the elevator to leave, she ran into Edith. At fifty-eight years old, Edith was five foot eight inches tall, half Native American, slender, graying hair, and glasses. Edith was a beautiful woman at fifty-eight, yet what made her. More spunk oozed from his cleft and circled sluggishly down the slope of his cockhead, all frothy and white against the dark-red meat. A glob of slime ran onto her hand, in the web between her thumb and forefinger. The stuff was blistering hot. What a fucking thrill it would be when that horny beast blew his balls, the woman thought, trembling with expectation. She folded her hand around the root of his cockshaft and skimmed up and down, lightly at first, merely brushing against him, then. Yes, he's still being a real prick, and so damn nasty most of the time too ... Well, I hope these mood swings stop soon ... Mother, enough! I love him. Oh by the way, how is the scrapbook coming?" The conversation continued as she drove off.When she got back to the apartment it was after 8:00 P.M... "I have to go; I'm back at the apartment ... I know, I was shocked too, that's why I called back ... I realize if he takes their offer things will get paid, but for now we'll just have to figure it. . well ... raped. But on a level that I wasnot ready to admit, I liked the idea of being so desirable that hehad to have me; that he dreamed about having sex with me. I wouldhave to sort this all out. I had to know one thing "How? Howcould you do this to me when we've been friends so long?" Weren't you listening? Don't kid yourself Brenda. I was friendswith Allen, I don't know you."He turned the engine on, "let's go to the store".The moment I entered the Fresh Mart all eyes were upon me. I.