It hurts my ears.” With that, the call clicked off.Jerking off at almost three in the morning, on orders from a strange man, put Craig through the w...inger. He was sweating after fifteen minutes of effort, having been unable to focus on his usual porn images. Finally, with his cock getting sore from the stroking, he managed to get something out. He capped the bottle and stumbled back to bed, where his dreams were anything but restful.Craig’s new morning routine, if perverse, was at least. “What do you mean?” she hissed quickly sitting up to see what was wrong. Had Daniel done something last night? She didn’t see anything different except the lack of hair. “What are you talking about?”“I thought all older women had loose skin around their pussies. You don’t hardly have none. My mom had a lotta skin ‘round there. They were long and droopy and I could slap them around with my finger like little punching bags.”“Not all women have elongated labia, Devin, there’s nothing wrong with my. Riding up to her with the sunset at his back. He looked almost angelic to her. He was really here finally his touch was so close. As he lifted one leg off the cycle to dismount he removed his helmet. She gazed at his pleasing smile and felt a small twinge of wetness. She blushed at the thoughts of how many nights they had spent sharing their smiles and wetness into a keyboard and computer screen. But this was different it was real this time. Darren quickly spoke to break up the awkward. “I, er ... I could do, er, Mrs...” I stuttered.She laughed softly, but without any hint of unkindness.“You can call me Wendy. And you’re... ?”“Daniel.”“Well, Daniel, I hope I don’t make you nervous. I’m only asking you to give me a pool lesson,” she said reassuringly.I tried to regain my composure.“No. I ... I’m just a shy bloke, that’s all, er ... Wendy.”I glanced at her hand on the steering wheel, and briefly focused on her wedding ring and flashy engagement ring. Using her first name made me.