" He said. "But your only 25, I mean like you have blue eyes, black hair, tanned, and very sexy. An 12 year age difference is no big deal." I said. "M...lody go." "Kiss me and I will" I teases. He looked angry but he knew there would be no other way to get rid of me. "Okay." He finally agreed. I pushed towards him and Had our fore-heads touching. "I love you and I've always have." I met my lips to his and explored his mouth with my tongue. After about a minute he stopped and gently pushed me. Ofelia had been a very beautiful woman when she was younger.Now at early sixties, she still was able to make my cock get hard and ache in my trousers…That afternoon I had gone to my office by train, since my lovely wife had borrowed my car to go shopping with her sexy mother.Anita’s car was there lying in the garage, engine out of order.As I got home, I noticed my car was not parked at our driveway.I went to the kitchen and soon got ready a nice cup smoking black coffee. I was sipping it, when. So, in other words, I'm not that hung. Only about five inches. I have red hair, freckles, and pale skin. My girlfriend is just the first girl I smoked weed with here. She started to sell it to me, then we started to date.Her name is Natalie, she's about five foot, with perky b cup tits, and a big ass for someone her size. When I first met her, I thought I was gonna get to fuck her, but she insisted on waiting. The most we've done was I fingered her and got a handjob. We have not done anything. They would make their home at the state capital. Tad had already picked out a house for them. “But we’ll be here on weekends to check up on you,” she said, brushing my hair, her sisterly charms begging to be heard. “Do you think I need to be checked on?” I said, fishing for an answer to ‘what is to happen to the flower shop and me?’ while reminding her that she was not my sister, we were not even related. We were sitting at the dining room table where every conversation we ever had took.