His calloused fingers trace along my shoulder. My own fingers trace his chest. "I'm glad you stayed," I murmur. "So, you'd like to see more of me?" ...His voice sounds casual, but I sense a slightly hopeful inflection. "You mean... like dating?" I'm cautious. His fingers find their way into my hair. My scalp tingles and the butterflies in my stomach sigh contentedly. I feel him nod. "I'd like to see more of you." I contemplate it. Do I want to see him again? Not only yes, but hell yes. "So. He began to see how I had accumulated enough to put the down payment on the apartment and still have the cash to complete the transaction if that's what I decided.Mortgage rates were at very low levels, hovering about 2.25%, so I wasn't worrying about using some of the cash to cut the mortgage size or term. My memory of the late seventies and early eighties and the soaring interest rates convinced me to be locked into whatever loan I might decide on. I might be better off financing the balance. So the question hung there like an elephant.I tried to forget it and move on.My birthday came, and went quietly like it always does. Like I prefer it actually. No fanfare, no big to do. Just me, myself, I and my brother. We all had a couple beers and some burgers and then went to bed.But this upstart if a woman, god bless her heart, wouldn't let it pass without letting me know how she felt about me. I already knew. She told me every day. Not a day would pass, usually, that she didn't tell me.. So Peter started fucking my ass faster, pulling his 10” cock out and then pushing it back in. It felt amazing and after a few more minutes, I told him to fuck me as hard as he could while doing the same thing.Peter pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it back into my asshole and started to fuck me hard that way, pulling his cock almost all the way out and back in again as fast as he could. I was rubbing my pussy now and I was seeing stars. There was a little pain but the pleasure was far.