" That's okay," the man said. He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. "We can work something out." Jen was stunned that the man was so bold to ...ouch her. Is he propositioning me? The man took Jen's silence as permission to touch her. His hand traced down her back and then onto her ass. He squeezed it. "Get me off and the dildo is yours."Jen flushed with anger. "Get your hands off me," she shouted.The man stepped back, but gestured to her tits. "Come on baby, I can tell you want it."Jen. We spend a lovely time talking and then we lead ourselves back to the bedroom where we continue to exhaust ourselves in sex and until we are forced to part company. I love the sex, the short-lived romance, and the open and honest conversations. However, I was bored with the routine and wanted to do something a little different this time. My desire was to elevate the rawness of our love making, if it was at all possible.As I parked my car into the pick up lane at the airport, I exited and ran. He didn't let me explain anything. All he knew was that I was in the bathroom while my sister was taking a leak. After that, I kind of shunned my sister. Oh I still loved her, she was all I had, my dad treated me like shit and my mom, well, she did whatever my dad told her to do.We live about 10 miles outside a farm town. Very little to do, nothing to keep young people around once they grow up and that was my plan, as soon as I become of age, I'm out of here! Anyway, I do my chores, and avoid. ” She cast a glance at me. “ ... do I get a plus one?”Sigh. “Yes, Mom, it’s the guy I’ve been telling you about.”A little bit longer pause.“Oh, well, that shouldn’t...”“MOTHER!”“No, Mom. Look, hang on a second...” She placed the phone against her shoulder and, clearly exasperated with her mother, blurted, “Do you want to come home with me for Thanksgiving?”I was a bit taken aback for a moment, but managed to stammer out, “Uh ... sure. I ... I should be able to get the time off.”She returned to.