"I hear he comes in here sometimes to avoid his friends at the Cloister. Hear tell he's still crying in is beer about you dumping him, and it was star...ing to get old over there," said Richard Jones.The waitress interrupted his speech taking their orders. She, the waitress, passed me on the way to the kitchen."Yes, well it is what it is," said my not quite yet ex-wife. "If he is crying in his beer, well, that was part of the problem I had with him." Really?" said Richard."Yes. He's such a wimp.. But I wasn't thinking what you're thinking. I was thinking along the lines of organizing some papers for me, or running some petty errands. She, however, was thinking exactly what you're thinking. She slowly slid off the couch and onto the floor. She then slinked towards me as she said, "I don't have that kind of money on me. At least not in cash. But I can make sure you get your money's worth."She pounced on my vulnerable crotch area. In the span of a second, she undid my belt and my zipper. I. "I guess you are right. Still a parent killing their child for no good reason is the worst thing I can imagine," she said."It's right up there, I grant you," I said in agreement. "It's been a long shift, I'm going to bed. If anyone comes send them up. I'm also going to turn my cell phone off, but if the office calls ring the room please." That last message was why I went into the office in the first place. Ada usually didn't ring my room while I slept.I had a white bag with a bacon, egg and. What if you don't like me once we meet? What if the anticipation and the online sex and the picture romance was all the thrill and once we meet, you realize that as sexual and hot for you as I am, I'm still just that 45 year old mom. I don't want to overdo, to try to be someone I'm not, so as I shower I think about what I'm going to wear to meet you. Thinking about you, how sexy you are, how hot your cock is when I know you have been stroking it imagining my pussy, my hand subconsciously.