. okay.”“I’m not coming in, don’t worry. I-” she heaved a breath. “I know you don’t love me.”“De-, honey, of course I do but-”Her ...yes shut tightly fighting back tears and pain. She both wished she could run into his arms and be loved and wished she had the gun in her hand to kill him or herself. But she had neither, “Stop! Just stop. Don’t talk.”Her eyes remained shut, the world was dark, even with the sounds of birds off in the distance, she was more aware of the sound of her heart thumping. I nodded and replied, “Yeah, I had a date that didn’t go too well.”They showed sympathy with an "Aww" in unison. “Did he go home with some other girl?” asked the daughter.I hesitated for a moment. I was about to let two complete strangers into my personal life, but I decided it was best to vent my feelings. I mean, I wasn’t going to see them again so I didn’t care. “She, actually. And she didn’t go home with anyone but I saw her fucking some girl and her boyfriend in the restroom.”They looked. She was like a girlfriend I was making out with. I started feeling her tits real careful. She stopped and pulled me real tight to her and pushed her pussy in tight against my now hard cock. This was hot and I loved it. Soon she let her hand start feeling around my cock. She started unbuttoning her blouse. Now I could feel her bra and some of her bare tits. She whispered: (“..keep going, ‘Mark your my boyfriend‘.”) She lifted up her bra and let her big 38C tits pop out. My hands were shaking a. Michael pulled up in front of a nondescript one-story building which faced a small side street. He produced a business card and handed it to me. "Please keep in touch. I have a feeling that in the not too distant future, you and I will need each other's assistance."I nodded, and then put forth an obvious question. "Is this where Wendy works?" She'd told me that she was now a receptionist, working for a small software company, and this building didn't match up with what I had pictured in my.