So I went to the bus stop and there are only a few old people waiting for the bus.The first bus came and everybody boarded the bus except for one midd...e-aged man. I was standing in front of the bus stop and he was sitting on the bench at the bus stop. He was looking like some low-class labourer or a construction worker who was dark and fat but he was groping me with his eyes. I was feeling turned on with his stares. Till then I was virgin with no experience of sex. Did not have any boyfriend. They draped from the slide to the swings and back again, making the whole park look like a beautiful winter wonderland, even though it was mid-August. Wow&hellip, That is really pretty. He had made his way back to me and was smiling brightly at my reaction. You like it? He was spreading out a blanket onto the grass and pulling several containers out of the basket. I nodded and sat carefully on the blanket when he motioned for me to. Its really beautiful out here at night. I still dont get. " He said in a very matter of fact fashion."Umm okay," I said a bit surprised. "See you next time." I called out. He never responded.I quickly adjusted my thong, checked myself in the mirror, grabbed my purse, and out the door I went. As I stepped outside, legs still shaking from the pounding I had just received, a gust of wind washed over me almost completely lifting my dress. "Whoa!" I said as I quickly caught my dress and pulled back down. It wasn't until just then that I noticed the once. She started to wear make-up, and dress differently. To arouse him, she tried reading him erotic books, using sexual toys, or watching movies. All to no avail. She's worked herself silly trying to be what she thought he needed and wanted.Every time she asks him what she can do to change, he tells her that it is him, not her. Everyday, he grabs her tits, then walks away, and a little part of her soul withers and dies. She tells him time and time again what she needs from him. Whether he doesn't.