Consumed, maybe? Something likethat. I'm torn; but in a good way. Ryan seems perfect. Just a greatguy who really seems to like me. Dare I say lov... me? Dare I say that?It's like I'm 14 again. Just totally, totally crushing hard on thisguy with his wavy hair, dashing smile and magnificent cock. I'msettling, or I should say we're settling into a routine. I've seen himthree times in the last week, twice at his place, once out to dinner at[t-friendly Boston restaurant] and each time it's. Main 33 saal ki hu aur maine khud ko bahut acche se maintain kiya hua hai aur mera dost 40 saal ka hai.Main aapse latest story share karna chahti hu mujhe parson phone aaya ki vo mujhse milna chahta hai main us waqt naha ke nikali thi maine use kaha theek hai khair vo aaya, hum log baith ke baatein share kar rahe the aur mere pair sehla raha tha(he really likes my body, specially my legs.Hum log sofe pe baithe the and main usse sat ke aadhi leti hui thi baatein karte karte uske haath mere. Weekends are a gift when they can get them. Fighting the Goji doesn’t end when the day ends on Friday. “But the world doesn’t stop on the weekend.” Sam pretends to pout and he kisses her. “But traffic can be a bitch, especially on the weekend.”Sam smiles and pushes him onto his back. She crawls on top, straddling his waist. “And then there’s construction,” she coos. The blanket falls from her shoulders, exposing her naked form to the man. She eagerly guides her partner’s already erect cock. Sleep refused to come easily, and I tossed and turned the entire night.On Monday morning, I was pleased to see Stephanie in her swimsuit, ready to swim laps with me.“Wow, Steve, I’m really sorry. That’s a nasty bruise on your face.”“It’s OK, Squirt, I deserved it. It’ll remind me of just how stupid I was.”“No, it’s not OK. I hurt you, physically. I was wrong.”I shrugged, waved my hand, she may have been wrong to hit me, but I deserved it.“I did the one thing that you had told me never to do..