She looks over to me and her smile just melts my heart. “Not bad, not bad at all!” she says. “I guess you’re not an old man after all,” she...says playfully as she drops her speed down now to a fast walk. As I meet her strides I just look over at her and smile. My heart is pounding too hard to feel like saying much of anything. “My name is Mark,” I say as I extend my sweaty hand. “You are quite the runner!” As she takes my hand firmly in her own a thought comes to mind: I love the feel of her. His eyes flew open mass the river of shit flew from his ass and how sperm shot into Tina even faster flyinging the disgusting fryer scrapes deep into Tina cunt . Tina screamed s the mix forced its way into what use to be Tina's womb . the mix might has well been acid as it felt like fire was ripping its way through her body imbedding its self deep inside her . she wanted to scream but the bitter vomit in her mouth was making it hard for her to even breath let alone scream , she continued to. Physically I saw myself as average looking, with my best assets being my height (six foot three), well-defined athletic body, green eyes, and nice smile. When I chose to ignore the restraints of the committed relationship I was in, it didn’t take much effort to find attractive women to sleep with. So there I was, just an ordinary guy with decent looks, confidence, a steady job, and technically off the dating market. Yet for whatever reason, she chose me as the one to unleash her pent-up erotica. Instead, he was stroking her hair, gently, so gently. It had been a long time since she had felt a touch that gentle. ‘Sarah,’ he said, so softly, ‘can Sarah do it?’ He was such a good man, after all. She could trust him, she had to trust him. ‘She could for a while, before she gave birth,’ she answered. ‘Not anymore.’ ‘Not anymore!’ The man was laughing. ‘Oh, my boss is a fool after all! A bigger fool than anyone else!’ He punched his phone again, and began to talk rapidly in Russian, too.