God, I love you.I slowly push my laptop to the side and lean forward. My breasts now resting on your desk. Your mouth is slightly open as you take in ...he view. I want to tell you that all you see is yours, but I don’t want to alarm you. A gold ring (that I never wear) and 20 years separate us. Cultural differences and an economic divide accent the cards that are forever stacked against us. Not for anything but, my heart doesn’t give a rat’s ass about it. I want you so badly.We talk about the. That worried me. We entered the shower and the water seemed to calm my nerves. I finally began to feel normal. I was not shaking and the warm water falling on both me and Jennifer took away the jitters and gave me back the stimulation I needed to show my sexual side. Jennifer saw that firsthand when she gave me the soaped up sponge and told me to run it over her body. That was the defining moment. At first, I was actually scared to touch her with the sponge. Jennifer could tell. She smiled and. Five boys tumble out of a city-centre wine bar; they're all of twenty-two years old, and wear the red braces and harsh eyes of currency traders. Those eyes are blurred now with expensive, over-oaked chardonnay, but the harshness remains; and when they see me they begin to whistle and jeer, jeers that turn to indecencies. I match like with like, turning to face them and stopping them in their tracks as, hands on hips, I add my own water to the wet slick of rain at my feet.-----I remember what. When I came out she was sitting on the bed, the candle was lit and her jeans were off. I walked over and started to kiss her. As we kissed she began to remove my clothes, first was the shirt, then came my boots, and finally my jeans. She had trouble with those, new button down jeans, but she got them off and I was nekid. She liked the idea of having no underwear to deal with. Her mouth found my cock. She kissed and licked it and then took it completely in her mouth. I was transfixed as her.