This one is mine.....I have a girlfriend for several years, and although we work in different places, different countries, for work, whenever I can I ...will visit her.My girlfriend ,she is a 28-year-old girl, thin, 5'7 hight, long-haired brunette, brown eyes, a beautiful smile, and an angelic face. She lives with her mother, a mature woman of 60, She cannot be classified as pretty, although it must be recognized that she remains thin, something that is already appreciated, in her youth she was. Since my first encounter I knew I was into older men; daddies.He was also a bit bearish--bigger than me at about 6'1" 220lbs.The first night we met I was sitting around the back of The Hill where it's dark. I was wearing a muscle shirt and very skimpy running shorts. Because no one was around, I had my cock out the side and I was stroking it waiting for some action. Some nights on The Hill can be slow, and tonight appeared to be one of them.Because I am a little shy, I crossed my legs when I. He fingered, then slipped out his platinum American Express and headed for a cashier. The cashier cheerfully accepted his card. A message flickered up on her computer screen as his card was being processed. She turned back to the guest. “I’m sorry sir. There seems to be a problem.” Two thuggish looking security guards escorted John up to the third floor. After passing through a maze of hallways, he escorted into a plush office. A pretty girl, blonde with huge hooters, dressed in a too tight. "Is that what you did? You did say you know the feeling well. I presume that means you have been divorced." Yes. A year ago. Luckily I had this job and put all my energies into that. It helped." What is it you sell?" Cushions. You could say I had a cushion to fall back on." She giggled despite herself, a rather nice sound I thought."Just cushions?" Yes, but very special cushions. The very best quality for the very best of furnishings." Why did your wife divorce you?" Her blinkered ideas.