She came to one letter, opened it and quickly skimmed it. Then she crumpled it in her hand and started to cry."What's wrong, honey," Cindy asked. "Wha...t was in that letter?"The girl looked up and said, "It's that time again. I hate it!" What time? What do you hate? Who is the letter from?" It's from Ron Jackson. He's my baby's father. He's Ronald Jackson, Jr. It was a great concession for Ron to acknowledge paternity ... as if I ever slept with another guy. He sends $100 a month in child. He wrapped his hands quickly around my back, pulling me against him as he began thrusting into me, taking control. Oh, yes! Oh, G– I dropped my face to his neck to muffle my moans, knowing that his brothers were asleep elsewhere in the house. Turning his head, he ran his tongue along my lips tenderly, still thrusting. He moved gently, but with purpose, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with controlled force. His moans were mesmerizing. Each thrust was punctuated by one, vibrating. She practiced smiling quiting as the crow's feet appeared again. She had just detected this sign of aging today, two weeks after her 33rd birthday. She sighed and arched her back thrusting her bare breasts upwards. Was it her imagination or didn't her hard nipples reach as high as they once did?Monique stepped back and turned around still proud of her looks and body. She was a vain woman and planned on fighting the effects of aging to the bitter end. She grabbed some hand cream and rubbed it. They all backed up just a bit. As if I was contagious."Yep," I said. "I'm a tall good looking guy. I'm well built, I'm confident, I have all of that boyish charm and I can sell Bullshit to a cattle rancher and make him think he's getting something he really needs, while he's stepping in a field full of it.While all of you nice people are out there looking for the love of your life to settle down with, like some real life fucking E-Harmony ad, I'm out there hunting too. Believe me it's just like.