He made eyes at me. I felt bold and approached him. He was travelling through town with his friend, he said they were only in the area for a week. We ...alked and laughed for a while. There was definitely a strong sexual pull between us. Once the concert was over, I invited them back to my apartment to hang out, have a drink, & smoke some weed. Mike and I continued to flirt throughout the night. We found out we actually had a lot in common, besides the sexual attraction. By the end of the night. I nodded, caught up in the moment, enjoying the sensation.She worked my fat cock slowly and expertly until I was lost in her gentle strokes. I watched as she pulled my gown to one side and, with an exaggerated pout, said, "You're oozing all over the place, honey. I bet it's been a long time since you've emptied those balls. And we don't have a towel to catch all that nasty muck in. Would you like me to go get one?" No. Please, don’t stop. Don't you dare!" I demanded, now in the throes of. Peering in I looking closely, and there it was; her intact hymen, stretched nicely across her small opening. It wouldn't be there for long.I got up stepping back from her, I told her that she would be wearing a skirt and that the hem is six inches above her knees, hosiery, black high heels, and a white blouse. I told her get dressed so that we could get married and leave for France. When they walked into the house my mood soon became threatening and I snarled at her, " Your Father can't help. So I decided to tell him a story. He has yet to read it - but this is the story I have prepairedThis is my side of the conversation:When we last chatted, I said I would like to tell you what I want to do with your wife. Do you want to read a story?I’m in town, just visiting and we arrange for you to drive your wife to meet me – you walk with her into the hotel and she takes the lift to my room. You go to the bar, for a drink, maybe you’ll wait, maybe you’ll come back later.You take your drink.