Pretend I never wrote it. If you find it interesting or you want to ask questions, tell me and I'll know you still love me. I'll call you tonight and ... pray you'll still love me no matter what your decision. I love you forever.KenAlison stared blankly at the piece of paper in her hands. Her emotions ran from shock to curiosity then sadness and finally anger. She couldn't believe he had this desire and never expressed it in some way. She wasn't sure what he was asking for. She and her siblings. I told her my intentions of appointing someone who was a little older and very experienced. She looked at me strangely. “After all my advances, I was convinced that you were not interested in older women?” I almost dropped my drink. What did she mean? What advances? I will admit, I was always horny as hell when we were out together, she would always brush my arm, put her hand on my leg when laughing out loud etc. however I didn’t ever take that as her being interested. I would often think about. " She groans out, feeling the head of my cock teasing her lips, playing at her entrance before pushing into her. Rough and hard, urgently and fast. Stretching her around my cock as I fill her completely, throbbing deep inside of her. I pull out slowly, enjoying the sight of my hard soaked cock before I push back in. Struggling to hold onto reason, as she feels my strong fingers lifting her leg up, pushing deeper inside of her. Taking her tight pussy faster as I pull her hair back, making her. I felt like a prisoner marking time until my parole hearing. The scariest part was that there were days like today when I wasn’t sure it would even happen. Yep, I was definitely losing it. ‘Happy St. Patty’s Day!’ someone cried from the door as he entered. He was clearly wasted, but none of the other patrons seemed to notice except to complain about the open door. I wasn’t surprised. This was not the friendliest bar in town. I only came here when I wanted to get away, and I so wanted to do so.