" Let me go and get a glass of water," I said. "That should help you calmdown a bit. Then, if you want, you can talk or, if you're not ready forthat, ... can help you pack." Thanks," she replied and before I could go she asked, "what was theEnglish translation of the poem you read?"My face turned bright red. I knew that Anna would ask me about the poemand was dreading giving her the slip of paper that I'd been carrying inmy pocket. I fished in my pocket and removed a folded piece of paper.. I whisper to him "Take me". I can feel his breath on my ear. Then it's his tongue. Then it's on my neck. He is licking my neck as he pushes his cock into my hole. It is stretching my hole, but doesn't really hurt. He took his time preparing and fingering my ass that it just slides in. I can feel his warm cock sliding in.. inch by inch. I can almost feel the outline of his cock sliding through my fuck tunnel. I'm on my knees and he is riding me now like dog fucking his bitch. I feel dirty and it. He got out, paid his fare, and then turned and walked through the glass doorway into the joint. The interior was dark looked kind of haunting with its wavering lights. So much of the bar had changed since last time he was he here — thirty-five years to the exact date — but it still was the place. A couple of autographed photos of memorable Hollywood stars who’d been here before still hung on the walls. And he was delighted to see the bar still had a jukebox, just as it had been his first night. I placed my hand on her breast but she yelped at my touch! I asked what was wrong and she brassily told me that Gene had been with her last night and had been pretty rough with her breasts while making love to her. She said she had already decided to break off their affair; that she would call him and tell him to stay away from her, that she didn't want to ruin our marriage. She said that she had only been with him because he had excited her sexually, but she realized that it wasn't worth.