Just looked at Michael. Im so afraid that it isnt love. That Im wrong, and Ill screw up, or that Ill find out theres something better and itll be for ...nother girl. But then, after Candy&hellip, I dont think there is any other option for what it could be. I know that it could be love. But&hellip, Im scared. I thought that none of this would happen for years. I dint think it would be this hard, and if I hadnt been an ass it wouldnt be. But now Im the bad guy, because I stared something where I. I confided to him that I had yet to have a real girlfriend.One afternoon as we were doing our prep-work, he asked if I might like to come over to his place on Monday, our next day off. His girlfriend and her daughter were going to be there and I might hit it off with the daughter. I agreed wholeheartedly.Monday arrived and I was so very nervous yet very excited. I arrived at his place around seven only to hear the women had had to cancel. He gave me a glass of wine and asked if I wanted to stay. I was surprised her pussy was pretty tight for a 66 year old granny. Soon I began the slow rhythmic fucking of her bald pussy. At first I gave her just half of my manhood so she could get used to it. After a few minutes or so Dawn said “give me all of it”!!! I pushed downward as my cock filled her up all the way. I was balls deep into this little old whore. I slow fucked her for about five minutes as she moaned softly. Then I increased my rhythm giving her full thrusts which she met at every. The audience applauded enthusiastically as the music stopped, calling for more, but she only gave them a flashing smile, gathering up her cloak and melting silently back into the shadows.Mak finally closed his mouth. Slowly collected his scattered wits. Pointedly ignored several amused glances thrown his way."Not the kind of dancing you're familiar with?" Nurm cocked an eyebrow at him. Mak shook his head, still mute, and Nurm changed the subject. "How have the harvests been, the last few.