She was 38 when the events of the evening took place. I was 23 when the events of the evening happen. That evening was in early spring and it was a w...rm evening. Before the evening was over I would lose my virginity. Beverly had coal black straight hair. I had been at her apartment several times and she would come over to my place as well. In all of our conversations we rarely talked about sex. We had met each other at work. We hit it off at the start and we courted each other for. My only solace was that she hadn’t just chucked me out. I knew then that she truly loved me. And that made it all worse, for I had seriously hurt her.When the email came in, I quickly scanned it. Oh, fuck!I read it again, more slowly, and if anything, it was worse. But I had no choice. I had fucked up, big time, I had wounded and embarrassed Her badly, and this was the only way I could ever crawl back into Her heart.I didn’t have the luxury of even hesitating if I wanted Her to continue to own. I think we did all of thenormal things any couple would do after such a passionate act. I was toohappy and spent to worry about what I had just done. Then a stray,discouraging thought entered my mind. I raised myself on one elbow andbrushed my hair from my eyes.?Hey,? I said, ?don't you have to go to the city/?Jerry chuckled. ?Not really. I'd rather stay here.??But I thought --?Jerry cut me off by placing a fingertip on my lips. ?Don't worry, doll. Iwas just going down there to see if I could. Molly was perplexed and depressed trying to figure out what to do. She began to formulate a plan that would entrap Tommy into thinking he had knocked her up. Her plan was to deny him her pussy for a week leaving him so fucking horny, he would do almost anything.Finally, a tearful Molly apologized for being in such a funky mood and told Tommy how much she wanted him to fuck her, but said she was out of Emko. Tommy was so horny, he was unable to help himself, he had to have her.There were no.