She starts crying a little and says I do love you I just am not ready. But I keep kissing her. I slip my finger in her she was really wet, then I slip...two fingers in and start rubbing them in and out of her. she was breathing really hard. So I just put the tip of my dick agaist her and just barely push in, I am thinking that she is so wet, that I’ll just slip in and she won’t know. but she sits up a little and says no stop. I pushed her back down and say I’m sorry I just want to try. I keep. “Fuck,” he stutters, “I’m going to cum!” He pulls out before he can and I gasp hungrily. I’m about to ask why he withdrew when he hooks a hand under my chin, drawing me up so we’re eye-to-eye. “Are you on the pill?” he asks.I nod. Duh.“Good.”I can barely form a response before he’s hoisting me up and throwing me on the bed. He moves to repay me for the blowjob and while I normally love it when they go down on me, I can’t be patient any longer. I need his monster cock inside me. I tell him as. During the early days of the pandemic, I thought the whole situation blown vastly out of proportion, something we’d look back on and laugh. So for Romilly to drop everything and return to France was preposterous. It wasn’t until the schools were instructed to close that I understood the severity of the pandemic and Romilly’s seemingly rash actions. Even then, her departure, without a phone call or text, cut like a knife. Did our kiss mean nothing to her?*Now I stand in a daze. What am I doing?. He thought he should open it to see what it was about.The letter read:Dear God,I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension.Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension payment. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?Sincerely, EdnaThe postal worker was.