He looked at me for a few seconds, and he suddenly urged his horse to run toward me. I now could see that he was holding a lance in his right hand as ...e rode toward me. He appeared to be holding the lance in preparation for stabbing me. Why, I asked myself?I was doing nothing but walking on a public road. Why would he attack me? I decided to find out. I let him get close enough to try to jab me with the lance before I reacted. He had no idea that I could move so fast. I stepped aside at the. He was passionate about his work and I enjoyed hearing him talk. We found a booth at the rear of a quiet café and talked for two hours. In addition to learning about his duties as a property manager, I picked up some personal information. He came to the Boston office right out of school, five years before, married a year later and he and his wife had one child."What do you like to do in your leisure time?" I asked.Eric laughed. "Janice has skied since she was a child. Her family owns a ski. She grunts at the impact, but it turns to a moan, as my hands freely roam her back, and drop to her rear. At first I think she isn't wearing any panties, but then I feel the thin bit of thread, and realize she is wearing a G-string.For some reason, the thought of my mature mother in that type of sexy underwear turns me on even more."Love me tonight, Nick," she says breathlessly. "Love me like I haven't been loved in years."“Always.” Mentally cursing my father for mistreating this wonderful. It reminded him of liquid gold, he said. After removing the tresses from his grip, he steers me out of the apartment and down the cement ramp. His monster 4×4 truck sits in the parking lot next to my little bitty car, making it look like a ‘Hot Wheels’ toy. It’s a thought that crosses my mind every time I see the two vehicles together. One of my favorite times of the day is coming up. And it’s such a sad statement on my life but I can’t help it. When Mike loads me into his truck, he lifts me in.