Well, I can be stubborn too, she thought, her chin lifting defiantly. ‘Like I’ve said, Alex, none of that matters to me.’ She turned from him an... sifted through her suitcase, pretending to be looking for something. ‘It would be way too personal, and I don’t want to have to relive those experiences just so you can have another best seller under your belt.’ Alex bit back the sharp retort that sprang to his lips. He tried to be understanding, thinking about it, he realized that he, too, would feel. Suddenly she spun around and bent over. "My ass and pussy now, before you run out!" she commanded.I pointed my diminishing stream toward her pucker, and it ran into her pussy that was pried open with her fingers."Oh, God, yes!" she cried as she came again and rolled onto her side a twitching and convulsing mess. I felt a resurgence of pee as it seemed my bladder wasn't quite finished. Annabelle must have felt it too, and while still quivering, begged, "All over me... feet to head, please."I. “Well?” I asked quite gently, “What are you going to do?”She flinched. “Er, I – I don’t know...”“Have you eaten?” I asked. She relaxed, the tension draining out of her.“No.”“Would you like to go for a meal? I promise not to mention ... that topic.” I smiled. She smiled.“Yes, I’d like that.”“Well,” I said, “I booked a table at Orchards for seven. I don’t mean people – seven o’clock. I was going to eat there regardless, though I would have cancelled if you didn’t like the idea.”She smiled more. She drove very slowly through the rain, I wasn't sure if it was her being unsure of the wet road or something else. We pulled into the parking lot, there wasn't a single car left but mine. She pulled next to my car. And again, went in for a kiss. She had tears in her eyes.I was torn up inside. "You don't want an old man like me, you have a long life ahead of you, I'm going to be old and feeble when your in your thirties!" I consulted."I don't care!" She shot back in tears. "I need to go." I.