"Mr. Wilson" she heard, and brightened, recognizing Dennis's voice. As Dennis walked in, Margaret stood up, loving how she was towering over Dennis. H... looked so small to her now. "Now, Dennis Mitchell" she said, in her accustomed manner, "You have to treat me with respect" Dennis stopped, seeing what looked like Mr. Wilson, standing in a ridiculous pose, arms on his hips, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, Mr. Wilson, you sound just like Margaret. I didn't know you could do. And she uses to tell me that she has a son studying in 6. She was worried about his studies and asked me to get a teacher for him. I told her if her son needs any help in studies I can help. so she gave her number and asks me to contact her. But I was not interested to help her because I was too busy. My time going to temple is changed I thought it is good because there is no disturbance to me. After 10 days, once again I meet here in the temple. She was upset with me and said that she was. He had just gotten out of a serious relationship, blah blah blah, that’s pretty much what I heard. I knew that I was too much of a relationship, commitment, emotional type of person, but yet I hadn’t just ended this conversation with him. Instead we exchanged phone numbers to text later. “What had I done?” I wondered. Did I just agree to a fuckbuddy relationship, simply by exchanging phone numbers with this man who made my clit do jumping jacks just through pictures and online messages. “What. I looked down at him and realized just how small my body is compared to him. His wide chest and broad shoulders seemed to continue forever. I felt as if I was climbing a mountain. His fingers felt so good inside me. First just one to test then sliding in a second made me moan. Then I felt the head of his cock pressing closer. I wanted him inside me so bad I was shaking. I sat down allowing him to slowly slide into me. We both moaned with pleasure, I wrapped my hands around his neck as I began.