I immediately threw my arms around him, hugging tight so I could feel his strong arms wrap around me and his hard chest up against my tits. Already I ...was getting wet and he had been there less than a minute. Sensing my plan, I think, he pulled away quickly and walked into my living room. ‘Hi Jenni.’ He said, glancing at my breasts and then my legs before coming back to meet my eyes. ‘How are you baby?’ So. The disarming had begun. He knew I melted when he called me baby. It was like that, huh?. We shared about our relationships, broken marriages, kids, and the challenges we faced. My experience moved him. On Friday, when we were at the airport, he gave me a tight hug and a peck on my forehead and said,R: You have suffered a lot of hardships, but no more. I will be there with you and make you enjoy the things you miss in life. See you in 15 days.I felt loved and appreciated. I missed his presence at home for those fifteen days, but he would be in touch with me on video calls. He cared. Herhumiliation only built my growing sexual need and I could see a smallwet spot forming at the tent in my shorts."You are becoming excited," she said seductively. "I can see thatlittle pole in your shorts trying to stand-up straight for me, but it'snot big enough to really do much for me, Stevie," she said in such amatter-of-fact manner it felt like a slap across my face as herbelittling my size stung my ego and in such a way that only someoneactively dominating the conversation and making me. My butt was aching and sore, I realized that the pain was from the penis that was lodged up my bung and was still hard. I started to move, the young man holding me begin to hunch up into my butt. He pushed me over to my stomach and as I rolled over he came right on top slipping more of his man hood deeper into my aching bung. I groaned and whispered 'damn, take it easy, I'm not woke yet.' I thought that I might recognize his voice when he answered. He didn't answer, he just nuzzled my neck.