.She sighed. I know what he'll do.I love him. I want him to be happy, and to be happy, he needs to love and be loved. Could I give him ten or fifteen ...ears, give him the best year of my life, and then walk away? Graciously?No, not graciously. I'd become bitter and hateful. And I'd be childless.The alternative isn't much better – saying yes to another man, a man I admire and respect perhaps, but a man I wouldn't love, not like I love Clint. I'd have babies, though, children to raise and cherish.. )Mary: This is a nice place.Karen: I know and I got a great deal. How long are you going to be in town?Mary: Just a few days. We are having a conference downtown. I've been having trouble finding someplace to stay.Karen: Why don't you stay here? I have a guest room here downstairs.Mary: Ok I'll go get my bags out of the rental car.Karen: Alright I'll go put some clothes on. Feel free to have a look around.Mary: I can't thank you enough.Karen: It's no trouble, besides I like the idea of us. Her eyes grew bigger, questioning.In a second, she was down sucking on it like a lollipop and looking up into my eyes. I couldn’t pull her hair as I’d planned last time. There wasn’t enough to hold. Her long single pearl earrings were dangling freely as I held her face with my palms and rubbed her soft ears with my thumbs.She was warmed up and ready, oozing from her cunt for a fuck. I tried to mount her in one go. But no luck. She was too tight. I bent her on the side of our couch and tried. My breathing was getting harsher by the minute. The simple sight of thisprimal fucking was enough to get me turned on. Once again this eveningmy cock rose to attention, and with my pants away you could see itclearly past my underwear. This time I decided to give it someattention, as this erection was almost painful. My hand reached for myengorged cock, and began to stroke it. I was clearly needing somerelease now. The image of Jenny's pleasure came to my mind, and Ifantasied about fucking her..