“My name’s…” “I know who you are,” she said still ever so quietly. She looked into my eyes. It felt as though she was reading my every tho...ght, searching my very soul. “I’ve been watching you for almost a year now.” “Creepy,” I thought to myself. “Don’t worry I only watch you when you are out in public, never during your personal time.” I stared at her, amazed she knew what I was thinking. “I know you still think it’s creepy, as a matter of fact, you’re thinking this whole thing is rather. It was beautiful.Once we had both come down from our orgasmic high, we cuddled together. I asked him if he had enjoyed himself. He said that it was probably the best sex we had in a decade. I asked him what he thought about what had just transpired. He told me, that when he saw the cock inside my pussy, he felt a huge rush of adrenaline. He said that all he wanted to do was to pull it out and **** me. Jack said that he felt like it was his pussy to fuck and no one else could have it. But then,. We won’t get into the psychology of all that. I’m not sure I understand it myself, but the prospect of coming back to Florida and kicking the cocksucker’s ass was part of it too.My 20 years in the Corps left me with an education, a decent retirement as a Master Sergeant, and nothing really pressing to do with the rest of my life. I’d saved up enough to get a decent little house in northern Palm Beach County, situated on three acres of former ranch land along SR 706. I had a 5-lane, 25-meter. I recognized the woman?s face immediately. Tish had brought us to herparent?s restaurant. As her mother seated us, she seemed to recognize meand desperately search her memory.I doubted she would remember me from eight years ago.?Misu wa, jibun no namae Arekusandoradeshou ka? (Miss, is your nameAlexandra?)? She asked. I was glad I had my translator on.?Hai, soreha, fujin Moritsudesu! Watashi wa okusama, anata ga subete nokono-jikan-go ni oboete iru to wa omowanakatta. (Yes it is, Mrs.Moritsu! I.