(: Im going for a softer approach this time. ) I have come so far for this. When I finally reach the building I consider turning back. This thought is...fleeting, like the cool and collected raise of an eyebrow. It really only lasted the ammount of time it would take to work those muscles and arrange your face in such a way. By the time I had opened the heavy glass door and entered into the carpeted lobby-esque space I was cured of it. Like some unnameable illness of emotion that was so fleeting. I lick my salty lips. What the hell is happening, I ask myself? ”I need you to listen to me. This isn't your fault. My son is a selfish bastard. You'll do much better. You’re special and any man would be lucky to have you, understood? If you can't stop crying I'm going to fuck those tears away,” saying all of this in a gruff, throaty voice, thick with desire.I'm gobsmacked! My pussy is throbbing. I can hear myself moan. I feel his cock getting hard under my ass. I suddenly feel my ass grinding. I’d complete forgotten about Charlie.My first morning back at work it was snowing which made the commute very slow. As I walked through Waterfront station I looked out for Charlie and couldn’t see her. That evening and over the next few days I still didn’t see her and started to get concerned. When it was the same at the end of the next week I decided to try looking for her. I got home and got changed but decided it was better to leave it until later to go searching for Charlie. A guy being. She wasn't like the girls I used to know. She didn't need hours for her outfit or make-up. She knew what looked good on her. She decided to go out in her tight red jeans, a black top and her Monster Energy hoodie. just a casual outfit but it was amazing on her. In the bar we were waiting for Carlos when Rach started to get nervous."What's Carlos actually like, Brian? And what does he look like?" Trust me, babe you will recognize him when you see him."It didn't take long until he arrived..