" Jeff chuckled, "has she left the house yet?" It was one of the first things she did once Margaret let her out of bed. She wanted to see all the new ...tems being installed. She even went to the store with Margaret this morning." That's even better. If she didn't have flashbacks or anything like that she should be okay but you should keep an eye on her." I plan on it." There was a moment of silence that fell between then two but Mike had the idea that Jeff wanted to talk about something else.. It was soaking wet and very tight. Asshole tight. I slowly make love to her and let her feel every inch of me going in and out. She kept telling me that she was shocked that her pussy was as wet as it was. She said that it never really got like that. I started to really fuck her and felt her muscles contrac around me. I couldnt help myself and came deep inside that pussy. She moaned and squirted all over my cock. She was like wtf. And wondered how I made her do that. I told her that it means Im. A 28 year old guy, a poet and philosopher, a voracious reader and loner doesn’t get to date the prom queen. No, he gets to date the one nobody else will and as luck will have it, she too dumps him when the other guys play musical chairs with women and even my email is boring, Anyway, to cut my rambling short, I read a story about a woman in Delhi who had an affair with a younger man. I had to get in touch with her and with much trembling I wrote out a mail complimenting on her spotless language. “Why don’t you leave those socks on?” I asked as I dropped my shoe to the floor.“Like them?” she asked, giving her toes a wiggle.“Oh yeah.”“Okay.”I took a moment to admire her other dainty, sock-clad foot before taking off my other shoe. Even though she had a head start on me, I caught up by yanking off my socks, and whipping my shirt over my head while she was struggling to push down those painted-on jeans. Her white panties slipped down with them, leaving her pussy barely covered. She was.