I don't know how you will feel about it but you should know. My family is rich. They don't like me driving the old truck because they know that I have... a trust that could have easily bought a new car for me to drive and not touch the principal yet continue to cover my tuition and expenses. I don't live expensively."Honey, I could have had all the work done on my truck but I wanted to do it myself. I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. I just hope you won't leave me now. Having money. She keeps telling me that she’s leaving it in god’s hands. Why doesn’t she understand that my heart is in her hands, for I’m hers for the taking, that I’m ripe and ready to be harvested? Why does she play with my heart, doesn’t she understand that even when she’s next to me that’s still too far away? I have to face the reality that she doesn’t want to be MINE, that I’ll never be more then comfort food to her and that you cannot mold someone into what you wish them to be. While I’ll do anything. After a while, he pulled me towards him.He rested his arms on my shoulders and cupped my breast over my t-shirt. I saw him and smiled. He started to cuddle my breast. I was feeling crazy as he was a stranger and accessing my body. He took my hand and kept on his shorts. I could feel the bulk of his erect dick.I, too, was turned on. I slid my hand inside his shorts. I got hold of his dick. I pulled his dick out of his shorts. It was hard meaty bone. His thick tomb was already out. I was playing. Five minutes into it she asked me in a voice hoarse with passion:"Are you imagining me with someone else right now?"I wasn't, but I didn't think that was what she wanted to hear. "Yeah," I whispered in her ear."Who?" Tony - the young guy in the mailroom." Is he fucking me good?" Very good" I said, "you've already had three orgasms" and Karen went over the edge in one of the strongest orgasms she's had in a long time. When we were finished she asked me, "Why Tony?" Because he is young and.