‘Rob it’s for you, it’s your Mum.’ ‘Hello.’ ‘Hi Rob…I hope I’m not calling too early.’ ‘No it’s fine.’ ‘When can we meet t...day?’ ‘How about 11am at Rowland Park?’ ‘Ok I’ll see you then.’ I was dreading this meeting but it had to be done. I left at 10:45am and Molly gave me a kiss and told me to call her if I needed anything. I arrived at the park a few minutes before 11am and there she was sitting on the park bench holding a handkerchief in her hands and she was slowly twisting it. I scanned. . 1)hum dono full enjoy kerun 2)Main app ka lund suck kerun 3)app meri pussy suck kero 4)app meri ass hole suck kero 5)apni puri jeeb meri ass hole main daal ker suck kero 6)hum dono pure gar main 3 din bina cloth kya rhan 7)kuch bhi hum kery bina coluth kya ho main lunch kerun tho bhi bath kerun tho bhi..toilt bhi kerun tho bhi hum ake dusry ky samny kery. 8)main app ky face per tolit kerna chathi hun app ki puri body per.9)app meri maalish kero..nude main bhi or app bhior jo bhi kuch dirty. GoldbergWhat? No email and then this, what is it?I read it again.It clicked. This must be like those letters Thomas Jefferson wrote to that French chick. Or maybe Benjamin Franklin. I wondered if there was a direct quote in here. I whipped open my dictionary to be sure I understood everything he was saying.This was so much more thoughtful and personal than an email or IM. This was his way of saying we weren't getting divorced when I got back.The time and effort he put into creating this letter. It was beautiful and hairless and slightly curvy and I watched him shake it for my entertainment. I reached out and caressed it as he danced for me. The smooth skin of his ass felt great and I was turned on even more. Patrice turned, looked down at me and asked "Will you fuck me?" "I like to feel a young man's cock in my ass".I hadn't thought what might happen. Even my fantasies with my friend's brother had stopped short of fucking. But now I was extremely aroused and I wanted to fuck Patrice.