”“I did get surrounded once, maybe twice, I think. Not sure. The end of the fight is blurry.”“Do not sell your life so cheaply in the future.�...� She was pissed. And worried.She cared.“Thank you,” I replied softly.“We could not have taken that mob if they attacked en masse. Jude would have died and the rest of you were too injured for at least one or two more...” I shrugged, not willing to complete that thought.“You need to trust your team more.”“If Jude were mobile, my actions would not have been. "If I 'disturb' you half as much you 'disturb' me, then I think we're about to have one hell of a time!" he said as his eyes practically burned holes in my bikini. "Why, sir!" I said with a hand on my forehead in mock outrage, "I do believe that's a proposition!" "You better believe it sister!" he said in a humorous tone, his hand twiddling an invisible cigar and his eyebrows going up and down Groucho-style. Then, the humor was gone... He pulled me to him forcefully and we began to kiss in. ‘That’s okay, hon, I have,’ I crooned as I slipped his pants down below his crotch and firm young ass. ‘And you aren’t the first man that has said that to me. You just relax and let me show you what my lips and tongue can do.’ His tent got bigger, and when I gently pulled down his grey briefs, his very large member sprung out. Unlike the young man, his swollen rod certainly was not nervous, and knew exactly what it wanted. And I had the skill to satisfy it. ‘Oooh,’ I exclaimed, ‘Very nice.’ He. I was looking for intimacy, someone with whom I could share myself. I was looking for something that was missing in my life. She was married, and from what I could determine from our emails, was surviving in her own way in her own world. She was comfortable and had a good family but there was something missing in her life too. She was reaching. I was reaching. And at 1:00PM we would meet at the car wash next door.I was watching the passing traffic with growing interest, as the clock stretched.