I sprinted to the nearest mirror and frantically fixed up my hair, brushed the dirt off of my face and uniform and cleaned up the best I could. I then... met Jarred at a table where he sat with two glasses of limeade and a large serving of funnel cake. Hey Kara! He looked me over and smiled when I appeared. I enthusiastically sat down and engaged in conversation. I feel like I clicked easily with Jarred. He was funny and kind, and seemed to truly bring out the best out of me. Like a turtle in the. Would not get hard to save my life.My wife and I tried everything. I could not figure out what was wrong. I had probably fucked a hundred and fifty women before I met my wife and never had a problem. "You should go to the doctor" my wife said but I did not want to. But after about two months I decided to go. I went to our family doctor, I had been going to this doctor since I was in school. I get there and her nurse, Ingrid, starts to go over some things with me and take my temperature and. He continues for a moment then slides a finger into me as he continued to play with my clit with his thumb."Hey, you gonna to take all day? Or just play with her for the whole 2 hours?" said one of the men standing behind him."It takes me some time to get ready." Then move out of the way so that one of us can start. We only have 2 hours." Which should be more than enough time, fellas." Sorry that the first man had to move. The man that had complained moved to cover me. He moved my legs apart,. I stepped in, “that table there, in the center, will be fine.” I didn’t dress this cute not to be seen.The guy seated us and offered a wine list.John asked me, “Is a Chianti OK?”“No. We’d like A dry Lambrusco perhaps one from Emilia Romagna?”The Maitre‘d look at me, then John and turned back to me, “Very good Madam,” in one of those fake upper-class accents and scurried away.John swallowed and tried conversation “You left before I could get your phone number, I didn’t have a way to call you.