My order was simple, so it was ready in just over five minutes and Crystal brought it to the table.“Let’s hear this apology.”“I’m sorry for ...he way I treated you. I DID behave like a jerk. I made a bunch of mistakes. If you’ll listen, I’ll explain what I did wrong and why. And if you give me a chance, I’ll do my best to make it right.”“3:45pm,” she said. “The coffee shop.”She turned and walked away. Progress. I ate my salad, drank my water, and read my magazine. When I finished, I left a tip,. My RM stood up and droped his pants in front of her. there it was that monster cock, I was a bit envious of it but mine wasn't that small either. She sarted caressing it and pulling on it then in one firm move she took it all in and started sucking him off. I could see that he wasn't disliking it and his eyes rolled to the back and he let her do her thing.At this time I was soo hard that I had to disrobe and let it enjoy his freedom. Occasionally I would stroke to keep it hard. My RM came on. I'd always admired and envied the sleek swingle styled condo with its chrome bar and freestanding fireplace. The big circular bed under a mirrored ceiling in his bedroom, too. I'd never quite had the nerve to decorate my own apartment the same way. The nerve, or the ready cash.The gas log in the fireplace was lit in spite of the morning's warmth. He'd always been a nut about fires. All his life they'd fascinated him, and on picnics or at the beach he could always get one going quicker and. We had just moved here three weeks before from the city where I had been born and lived all my life. There we had a nice three bedroom house on a nice quarter acre lot in a nice neighborhood in a nice suburb. Nothing unusual, just a typical middle class American life. When my dad got the promotion and we had to move here, he and Mom decided they would like a place more in the country. They found one. Here we lived in a slightly older house, but one in good shape, on thirty eight acres. Still a.