The bond we share never diminished or even flickered. What was it, four years ago? The Valentine’s you came to the dinner table wearing nothing but ...one of my white dress shirts, one with French cuffs. And you never laughed, but carried on like it was perfectly normal. And when you slowly popped each button after our meal and padded to my side of the table, open to me, watching my eyes to make sure I was enjoying the show. I loved every casual flick of your slender wrist. Your fingers freed me. Your struggle. Strength.” He smiled and she bit her lip, sneaked a peek at the defined mounds of his pecs. The way his pelvic bones invited her to look further south, under his red nylon shorts. “Your sexiness. And your reluctance to be that.” Her kegels clenched. Dizzy, she looked up at him. “And the good influence?” “If I’m going to get into a Division One college, I need all the help I can get. I screwed off long enough. I’m focused now.” “One goal at a time?” His eyebrows knit. Head. I grab his cock hard through his pants. He groans at my touch and pushes his crotch against my hand.Sliding his hand back up to my bottom, he says, “And now, lovely, I will fuck you. You will feel every inch of me caressing your insides. And you will cum like you deserve to cum. A woman like you doesn't need to cum alone in a bathroom stall ever again."He pulls me off the bar and bends me over the barstool. I hear his zipper come down. Oh my God, he is going to fuck me from behind. 'Please.. "I've injured my eyes and I'm afraid it's not at all attractive." Norm hesitated. If the bitch's eyes really did look gross he'd probably lose his erection. The man decided it wasn't worth taking a chance. He'd fuck her without further ceremony. He had to get back to the office soon. The man was lucky his office was just on the other side of the park.Norm knew he wasn't going to last long. He never did and he didn't give a shit about it one way or the other. He only wanted to get his rocks off.