"Hello Sandy, it's Mark. I received your letter today. Thank you. I am not angry with you. I understand what you are saying." He sensed that she was c...ying."Oh Mark, I am so sorry. I really screwed up everything. My life is just the pits." No you didn't, and what do you mean? What else is going on?" You remember when I told you about my ex boyfriend, the guy whose arm I broke?" Yes, what about him?" I found out that he told all the other boys in my class not to ask me on dates or to the prom.". I’m certainly part of the issue as I don’t enjoy fucking her as much as I once did.Her sucking me off is far more enjoyable for me, however she doesn’t come anywhere near doing it as well as most of my male partners (and that’s something I haven’t figured out how to tell her). Plus, she doesn’t like to finish me off in her mouth and when I’m getting close, she changes to a hand job...it’s just not as good as someone sucking you to completion. I still enjoy eating her pussy and when I get going. She forgot about the damn sweat pants, and they fell, baring her ass for the world to see. She quickly grabbed them and yanked them up, her face going supernova in seconds. She looked over her shoulder, expecting Otis to be laughing at her. The look in his eyes was for sure not a laughing one. It was desire, pure and simple. She blushed even more, and then bent down to look at what movies he had. Otis tried to control himself. Now that, that was a nice ass. A really, really, really, nice ass.. You look so different, and when you lied about your name…’ His eyes pleaded with hers. ‘I did know there was something familiar about you. I just couldn’t place it. Until I saw the tattoo last night.’ She shook her head. How could this have happened? It was the one-night stand from hell! No, she argued mentally. This was one of the most memorable experiences she’d ever had. Everything had just crumbled at the end. I should’ve gotten out of here while I had the chance. Even that was a lie. Her.