That was at about 1. When I got back I couldn’t find her. In fact, I’m a little under size, at 4.5″. It was true. After a couple hours, we decided to get some dinner. It was Tiffany, in sweat pants and a short shirt and you could tell she didn’t have a bra on. We laid there, locked in our lover’s embrace for what seemed an eternity. I’m 41 now. She was really loose and I was loving it. She said that obviously we can’t be together anymore, but also that she didn’t even want to be in each other’s lives anymore. The guy left looking a little deflated. She sat up with her back to me. What was I thinking?! I leaned forward, locked our lips together and thrusted. There was more passion, more tenderness, more love. I could tell she was feeling her drinks as well. I love you more than you know and it’s been killing me not to be able to see you.
