In time, he saw someone. A woman. She was apparently alone. A striking woman, he said to himself. Age … undetermined, but not far off his fifty-two ...ears. Almost as tall as he, her blonde hair beautifully coiffed, elegant posture, slim arms and legs, modest bust, straight nose, lightly made up, attractively dressed in a colourful frock – all in all, a very attractive, mature woman. He decided to hang back to learn more about her, without intruding on her privacy. He sipped again at the lovely. You love the feeling of having me on top of you…pushing into you…driving you into the mattress as my cock fills your needs. You love the weight of my body on yours as you succumb to my animalistic desire to inject you with my seed. As I continue to press into you, I hear you begin to grunt out something that sounded like;"Holy fuck…God you have a fat dick! I can feel every inch of that fat fucking dick! I have never been so filled in my life!! I love when you fuck me with that fat fucking. He didn’t like their hair, or their body, or their look, or their personality, or his family would not approve. His upbringing was very conservative, old fashioned and his stoically minded, overbearing, controlling parents, forced their ideology on him. This had left its mark on him and he was a nervous, timid person. Any idea of an alternative life style was just not something he could do or even contemplate doing. The thought had crossed his mind from time to time but he always quickly. ”He thrilled at the mention of marriage, revealing how hopelessly enamored he’d become. He fought off imaginary of he and Alicia sharing a bed, eating breakfast on the drive to work, arguing about stupid shit, sneaking kisses and hugs and gropes in public. Also taking off her clothes and putting the meat to her whenever he wanted. Whenever she wanted, he thought with a grin.She gazed at him sourly. “What part of being bitched at did you find amusing?”He gazed at her steadily, the same wry grin.