. we were able to talk and live more openly." How old are you Mrs. Mahmoud," I asked, rudely interrupting."Rod!" mom warned."It's okay," she said, sha...king off mom's interruption. "I'm twenty-five, and its Miriam... I was married at seventeen..." Seventeen! That's younger than me," I exclaimed, and then realized Miriam was only seven years older than me, that she was closer in age to me than to mom."I wanted to go to the university... but then the troubles started," she said with a sigh. "One of. “Harder!!” she demanded. I pressed my fingernails in and she leaned forward in pleasure. “Oh, honey! That’s the way.”I felt my semen rising from my balls and that familiar feeling of release coming to me. She sensed this and bore down on my eager cock. She started frigging herself violently and started shuddering. I thought she was going to shake right off of me. This was too much and my orgasm hit me like a runaway train, I bucked my hips upwards and pulse after pulse of my hot lava poured. There were complications involved, the biggest one being that she didn’t want to see him, at least not right away. She buried these feelings for him. She never expected to see him again and prepared for the extreme awkwardness of running into him when she had purged all of her romantic feelings for him. They would approach the same situation differently, she imagined, and maybe it wasn’t such a good idea that she show up.And then came a more practical reason for not showing up—it wouldn’t look. He was surprised when a midsized car pulled into the driveway behind Randi's rented Mazda.He was more surprised when Stan Balsam got out and stretched his legs."Hey, Brock," Stan said. "Do you mind if I use your facilities? I've had to go wee since I was in the air over Nebraska." Uh, sure," Brock said. He led his agent into the house and directed him to a restroom. Meredith and Randi joined him in the living room to await Stan's return."Much better," Stan said when he came down the hall. "I.