She deserved a lot more than some bastard like me who just used her and was glad to see her go.”“Alan, I know you are hurting now, remembering wha... happened with Ellen,” Mindy said, “but I can’t help but also feel you are being a little too hard on yourself. What was it, about a month or six weeks later that ... that you ... you tried to...”I knew what Mindy was trying to say.“Yes,” I agreed, “I tried to kill myself about six weeks later.”“You are a different person, NOW, than you were back. She could not get her hand around it. She was stroking it and playing with the foreskin. Becky then started to undress. I had always wanted to see what she looks like naked and now I was getting my chance. Her had a beautiful body, her tits are about 34D and pussy was nicely trimmed. Becky lay on the couch and I get on my knees in front of her. She pulls her pussy lips open and I can see she is really wet. I then pushed the head of my cock in her pussy; she had no problem taking me in because. .. yes, that was the perfect word.Somehow, she stammered out the question, what would he like and then felt foolish at her girlish incompetence. His voice dripped into her ear, a deep resonance that seemed to tickle her cochlea and ping at strings inside her she didn’t know existed.Dazed, she managed to take his order, managed to convey it back to Mrs Giles who owned the teashop and then managed to totter back to his table when the tea he had ordered was ready. She placed the tray on his table,. Think I'm hot?' I flushed with embarrasment. I slid the paper over to my desk and picked my pencil up. 'So. What does it matter to you'.He slid the paper back to his side and wrote 'I like it. I think its hot you were staring at me so intensly. Were you staring at my dick?' and with that he slid it back over to my desk.I giggled a bit to myself. 'Okay. Yes I was looking at your dick' and slide it back to his side of the desk. Jon read it, with wide eyes he looked to me and smiled. "Jon" Mr.C.