That didn't work out, just like things failed with Beth Ann, Regina, Rebecca, and Colleen – not to mention Tammy, Sherrie, and Teri. Maybe it was fo...r the best was my thinking as I parked and took a seat in a corner booth at the restaurant.Because I could see the parking lot, I saw the old, beat up, Olds roll in to the lot, looking like it was on its last legs. The driver hopped out and immediately opened the hood and started tinkering with something underneath. I could read his lips, and hear. “First, you are going to take my hands and you are going to use them to introduce your body to me. Every inch of it, Michelle, except you pussy. Your pussy is mine, Michelle.” She licked her lips and quivered at the thought. It was just like him, she thought, to give her some semblance of control, but yet not really giving any. "You're pussy deserves my undivided attention. It deserves to be loved, caressed, worshiped, and... fucked, Michelle," he said with stoic emphasis. She wiggled. "No, listen, I'm sorry. I do want to go. I could use the fresh air. I'm sorry Adirian, I've just had a long hard morning." Hard the operative word. His cock already tensing. He tried to think of anything else. He didn't need to be standing in front of her, sporting his flag pole. "Your sure? I really don't want to be a bother." She uncrossed her legs as she stood. Full view. His cock shot straight to attention. No panties, and a bald pussy. Fuck. "Yep," he said quickly turning from her, "Let's. Now before I go any further, I want to clarify something, I did try talking to Dusty about this, several times, but he just wasn’t interested in changing anything. Dusty was content, and once a man becomes content, there’s not much you can do about it is there? He had no interest in sex or staying in shape, maybe it was depression from the football thing, or maybe it was low testosterone, but either way, despite my long, wavy blonde hair, natural double-d’s and admittedly great ass, Dusty.