I told myself to not be silly; she was a vivacious woman, and I was an old guy with a motorhome and health issues. Still, I thought, what would it hur... to reach out?I took a breath, and sent her a private message, asking her how she was doing, and briefly explaining that I’d been traveling. I wasn’t a big Facebook user, but I had posted about my experiences over the last eight months, and she’d made positive comments about what I’d written.Two days later, she wrote back, expressing concern. With the greatest reluctance, Duke got off the man and slunk after Duchess with his tail dragging."Well I'll be damned!" Ann exclaimed. "Leave it to a woman..." What did she do?" the woman who had made the threat asked. Her fearful tone suggested she wasn't really sure she wanted to hear the answer."Where are you from?" Ann asked. The woman said they were from Berkeley, California. "I would strongly urge you to get as many miles as possible between you and Las Vegas, then," Ann continued. "You. But then his cock pressed against the tiny ring of muscle between my ass cheeks. “No!” I protested. “Not there! Please! I’ve never…!” He stilled. “Never?” I shook my head, suddenly embarrassed about that. “Never.” “Then it’s about time.” “No!” I panicked. “Don’t. It won’t fit! It’s too big!” He only chuckled. “It’s going to fit easily if you relax. Okay, this is your last chance. Now I’m either going to fuck your bum and give you the best sex you’ve ever had, or you tell me to stop and I’ll. She answered immediately. I wondered if she had seen me waiting in my car."Hello Tim. Come on in, I am on the first floor." I heard the lock release and pushed the door.Jas was waiting for me at the top of the stairs. The years had been kind to her, very kind. The Jas of twenty four was beautiful, but the Jas of thirty five was far more than that. The girlish features had slipped away, and the elegant woman inside had emerged like a butterfly from the chrysalis. She smiled as I proffered the.