“You don’t have to remember,” she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She wrapped her arm around me and it felt so good that... I sobbed with fresh grief. I wanted her to hold me all the time. “Peter, Peter, Peter,” she said slowly. “What am I gonna do with you? We can’t keep meeting like this. Here, dry your eyes.” she said and passed me a tissue.I didn’t want to, but I dried my eyes and slowly calmed my breathing. I took a few deep breaths and then looked at her again. “I’m. Most of all I loved the way her golden locks caressed my inner thighs and balls as her beautiful head bobbed up and down between my legs. Yes, Joyce was a find, and I was enjoying every single minute. As much as this could be viewed as a relationship from paradise and a well deserved reward for putting up with Mrs. Boredom for nearly 20 years, there were a couple of areas of friction between Joyce and I. As much as most of our bedroom time would be cause for envy among even long time residents. I pondered what I had been told, that I would not ever have to descend into the deepest pits of Hell but would have an eternity of being a woman, never growing old, not having to worry about money and having all the sex I wanted. I found myself daydreaming with a big smile on my face. My mind was made up, I’m going to do it.After dark, that evening, I went to the park and sat on the bench I had occupied the night before. The moon was still very bright. In the distance I saw a shadow. At the same time I drive two fingers into your wet pussy...slipping them in and out...this has distracted you just enough that your focus goes back in front of you. You are now looking around to see if anyone has noticed us. We are alone in a crowded bar ..... this is turning you on almost as much as it is me. I take a bold step in our encounter. I open my fly and pull my hard cock out. Moving even closer to you. I slip your skirt up in the back and maneuver my hard cock to the waiting entrance.