’ ‘It wasn’t boring at all! Thank you for sharing it with me. This place is filled with poseurs. My spider sense tells me you’re not one of th...se. How old are you, Wes?’ ‘A month shy of twenty-seven. You?’ ‘Almost a year shy of twenty-seven. You look a lot younger.’ ‘Story of my life—so do you.’ ‘After you ejected—when you were coming down—what were you feeling?’ ‘I was checking for body parts, my face was bleeding—so was my foot—broke a couple of toes. My back hurt like hell but I could move. I must say he was a very handsome white man but looked to be late 30's, she must of saw a weird look on my face because she replied yes... he is about 12 years older then she was, but he was very wealthy and treated her well he was also much more mature than those she dated her own age. Later that evening I was staying alone but it was still early and light out, as I looked outside the patio I saw the black man walk up to our complex.She lived right under us, so I figured she was just going. Risky.”“You always said, 'trust your intuition.' Well, that's what I'm doing. It feels right. He knows me like no one else.”“That's not true, Carla. I know you like no one else. I knew you weren't happy pleasing everyone. You've been depressed for years. I could see you were all locked up and wanting to burst free. I saw it in your artwork... those drawings and paintings you did when the kids were napping. I saw your passion and we talked a lot. I knew you were an artist. Do you remember what I. She started crying again and coming closer, she hugged me. “Please stop crying,” I told her as I rub her back. I felt her boobs pressed right against my chest. Even though it was emotional, I was getting kind of horny with all that and my cock was getting into its shape.She didn’t say anything and just hugged me for a while. We were so close that my boner was grinding against her crotch. After hugging for a while, she looked at me. She looked so drunk, and I could literally smell alcohol from.