Chloe was now sitting up with a hand rubbing the back of her head scolding herself for her clumsiness. The tall guy who reached the top of the hill as...ks her, “Are you all right? Are you hurt?” Chloe then replies, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it, forgot to tie my shoelaces that’s all.”The tall guy relieved ducks down and grabs Chloe’s sneaker. He then makes his way down to hand it to Chloe. Suddenly, he stops right before reaching her and his attention is caught by a peculiar smell. It was. Her reaction was almost comical, saliva was spat from her mouth as he rammed his erection home and so anchored, sort of goose-stepped to a table where he pushed her down, her grip loosen, he pulled her thighs apart and hesitating just long enough to remove her nightie and grip her tits, he plunged his cock to his balls and the fucking began.He had never fucked any woman older than a late forty, but age didn't seem to matter, Mrs. Cooper knew how to fuck. She worked in rhyme, rising to. Vince had been my lover for some months now and every encounter was a new adventure. I thought he was too good to be true when we first talked over the phone. He knew all the right things to say, was witty and oh, so charming. After a few calls we decided to meet. I felt a little trepidation, but what the hell, you only live once.It was one of those blind dates you go on with an open mind, but your legs crossed. The evening turned out great, though. I felt comfortable with him and boy, did he. I looked down at my clothes and lost it. I was tired, wet and now covered in mud. Swear words were no longer enough. Tears mixed with rain as I slipped and slid my way to the flat front tire. My throat was spasming as I went back for the jack and tire wrench. Another bout of hard rain whipped through and my left foot slipped into the culvert. It came back missing its shoe. I leaned against the car, clutching the tools, trying to stop the horrid feelings coursing through me. I had no more anger.