Ten minutes pass and I decide to call it quits. I send you a good night love message and still, no response. And the worry sets in. I always have had ... very active imagination and most days I struggle to keep it in check. My emotions get the best of me sometimes.Tonight, I imagine that she knocked on your door and you quickly deleted our messages. You go to the door to unlock it and she is standing there in a long pink gown. It must be pink because it's my least favorite color. She asks if she. It had different liquor bottles on the shelves and beer taps in front. The bartender was a tired looking older man. On the other side were round tables with 15-20 people sitting around them, mostly men. Seated at two of the tables were a group of rough looking middle aged men. They were a rowdy bunch, drinking beer and laughing out loud, occasionally shouting obscenities at the waitresses. "Do you want to go some place else?” I asked Jenny, hoping she would say yes."Nah, let's have one drink. My stepmother began flirting with me and dressing just sexy enough as to not make dad suspicious.Going downstairs, I decide to take the flirting to a new level. Taking a deep breath, I enter the kitchen and there is Pauline standing by the sink. I quietly move up behind her, Pauline is wearing her yellow high cut bikini bottoms and matching halter top.In one swift move, I press myself against her back and grab her hips. My stiff cock resting between Pauline's firm butt cheeks, I kiss her. She saw him enter his house laden with bags. She yearned to help him but she could not. She kept at a distance, just content to watch him, enjoying the precision of his movements when chopping vegetables, uncorking a bottle of wine, doing all simple things well... That was him, he had always done things well. She had been the sloppy one. He had always been perfect in her mind.She kept looking at him, the years had not tarnished him, they had given him strength, had added silver hairs to his.