. and she just slowly got up, and walked over to me... pushed me back on the bed, and crawled up next to me, crying and trying to hold me, and get c...ose... and I just didn't know what to do.. so I just let her talk.. and move... and do whatever she wanted to do for her to be comfortable enough to continue to talk to me.Her head was in the nape of my neck.. she had her arms around me tightly, and her one leg was over one of my legs... I knew she could feel my hard on getting harder... . I open my eyes and turn my head sideways to look at her. She's smiling widely, proud of herself, happy about what just happened...and I feel like an asshole. "You're sure you can't come inside?" she asks seductively. I tried to leave sooner, telling her I work early...then this happened. "I'm sorry Hannah, I have to go," I say, and she nods. "Ok, call me sometime," she says, and I nod back. She leans forward, kisses my cheek, then turns to get out of my car. Holy mother fucking shit. Have I. I told her I was sixty, divorced and live a pretty simple life in a cabin in Maine. She had a Masters degree in English and was a graduate assistant for a few years but quit so she could write. She worked as a waitress in a small town outside of New York City. She said she always wanted to come to Hickory Run since she heard about it from another writer. So she saved and gave herself a weeks to finish her new novel. She made a little money from her first book which was titled, “Ravished.” “Some. He fucked her and fucked her. The fucking was so great to her that she didn't see the need in switching positions, but she did when he flipped her over so she was bent over the couch. He ran his hands along the crack of her ass and teased her asshole. He crouched down and ran his tongue along her pussy, tasting the juices that her pussy emitted. "MMMMMM..." He rolled his tongue over her clit as he stroked the shaft of his cock. He moaned as she whined and groaned.He stood up and slammed.