I didn't mean to remind you of anything bad." Not bad memories. Good memories. Many good memories." Why don't you sit down and tell me some of your go...d memories about this dark green bench in Memorial Park. You can help me with my drawing at the same time."I sit beside him and look out at the park. Memories – so many memories.He thrusts his sketch pad at me. His line of multi-coloured trees have been joined by a twisting yellow path and a purple park bench.I don't know what to say? Should I. I could only hope it was in appreciation of the view he was getting. The only time I felt truly sexy, like I was the object of fantasies was when he was looking at me the way he was now. That look that said all he wanted to sink his dick into my pussy and fuck me until we were both dead from exhaustion. And quite honestly I wouldnt mind if he did. I absolutely love sex with him. It seemed like I waited forever for Greg to make a move. But when he did&hellip, Lets just say he really knows how to. I believe it was intentional. (Granny Here: he's right - it was intentional). The session ended, she stuck around at the front table, and waited until everyone else had left. She came to me and said, "Exceptional job - you are a home-run hitter!" I thanked her and suggested she take my business card. "You want me to call you?" I said, "Yes - let's connect!" She smiled, tilted her head down in a knowing way, and left the room.I packed up my stuff and left the room. Who was standing outside the. Something however, had been bothering her. She didn’t want his parting memory of her to be the e-mail she sent. She hits record. “Hi Brad. I wanted to thank you. I wanted to do it in a way that I could be sure you could really hear how grateful I am. I’ve been sat here thinking about the whole thing. I really didn’t want it to end like this. Thinking of the end made me think about how we first started,” she couldn’t help but giggle. “What was that chat up line again? Oh yeah, that was it..