I don’t want you advertising that fact.I would like for you to meet me here at the gym a 9:00am on Sunday morning, I want to see what you got, but I...don’t want a group of who’s who in here looking at us. Expect to be here two to three hours. Get some rest as you will need it. Lastly bring you’re A game you will need it and then some. I asked coach could my dad come as he likes to play basketball as well, coach said yes. I left to go watch the girls’ basketball games.We all went to Wendy’s after. Initially it was all about sex, but then it we fell in love & she wanted a child from me. She is already married & 2 years elder to me. We met through a social networking, she was unsatisfied with her husband, and she was looking for that happiness, outside of her marriage. And I personally feel she has got every right to do so.It was December 2011. I was just back in Pune, from a short business trip to Germany. I was missing all the fun I had there. You can also read that story of mine on this. "Men are all the same," she sighed."Is that a bad thing?" It is unless it's you."He turned."You have no idea how that makes me feel," he said softly."Good. I want you to feel special. You make me feel special." I don't understand how," he admitted. All he'd done was become ravenous and fuck her every chance he got."You care about how I feel," she said. "I can't think of another man who would have been so gentle and loving like you were last night." You were tired," he said. "And you were. I kneaded her tushy with one hand, while I continued massaging her tit with the other. I was rewarded for his efforts by more moans as she began gyrating her body slowly, almost imperceptibly, against mine.Ginger definitely was getting turned on by what I was doing. She new she should stop me, but she didn’t think I would go much further. She was certain she could hold on.I removed my hand from her butts, and returned to her tits. This time, however, my hand was under her shirt, massaging her.