I was face down, ass up and he then jammed his fat cock in my ass. It felt so good he was fucking me hard slamming my ass using me like the bitch, slu... that I am. He would smack my big bubble ass as he rode me like a professional. I moaned in so much pleasure. He then pulled out and shoved me onto my back. He put my legs up onto him and put his thick cock in me once again. He was fucking me and then came in close. We were skin to skin and he came in for a kiss. I kissed him back and we made out. By then, statistics tell us, most of us have married at least once, and had at least one child; and right smart of that number have divorced, many of those having already entered into second marriages.Not so with us.I was in a long-term relationship, one which began in middle school and ran until well past college. My lady-friend dropped the bomb on me one day, the I-need-some-space-for-a-few-months prelude to never seeing someone again.I knew I wouldn't, and I didn't. I was twenty-five, alone,. ..... Well..... Never mind. But that came out as well eventually.Snatching my coffee cup from me, she dismissed me with abrupt rudeness and the comment that I better get home and get to `work` for this `Lady` then. As I rose to go, she shot a final barbed remark that was meant to speed me on my way:?Yes, you go and sit at your computer and play with yourself!?I paused in the doorway, shook my head, and with a rueful smile told her I couldn't do that actually.I wrote on the pad beside the phone:. I looked down in the seat next to me to find the rose bud I cut earlier. The moistened paper towel was making the aluminum foil wrapping around the stem cool to the touch. I chose a bud off of one of my favorite red rose bushes that was still tightly closed. I imagined it would bloom slowly. I was thinking of the imagery of something blooming with us as well. I guess that was kind of corny but I had to smile at the thought. Maybe she wouldn't think it was corny.Pulling up to the first bay, a.