It can hold you back. I stayed here crying and feeling sorry for myself until you came along. Your pain and emptiness was so much like mine had been, ...but you had someone to talk to... me.”She returned and sat down next to me on the blanket. “As you poured out your problems to me, for the first time since Ralph pulled away from me, I didn’t feel alone. After a while, the empty heaviness was gone. I was ready to move on.”“But you didn’t,” I said softly.“No,” she said, “I didn’t. I had come to. Soon I am knocking at the door and after a few seconds it opens.It's the girl who got out of the Micra. She doesn't look like a whore at all. Just like a student who lives next door. She's about five feet five, slim, natural blond hair tied at the back, grey eyes and a nice face with pleasant features, good shape of nose and fresh young complexion. She lets me in and turns up the sound on the TV a little. An American soap opera is on. Wow, I think, what an hour this is going to be. I used to. My fascination in this woman started when I was about 23 and one day she fired me for something that’s when I took notice of her. I don’t know that for what it was but that day onwards I use to give her the looks. She also noticed this and I guess she like it.She would tease me at times in her looks. Time passed by and I grew a bit older. At the same time we started close to each other. We would normally exchange glances in the evening when we use to see each other.I would go for my normal walk. And I kept remembering how it felt even greater ramming my dick into that beautiful pussy.As we approached closing time, I heard her half threatening the tellers with how they had better balance very fast today since she had something to do and the person that kept her late was going to be in big trouble. They giggled because they thought she was joking, but for some reason I thought they should have been afraid.After everyone left, I could hear her walking towards my office. My dick again shot.