Sometimes, I wind up looking foolish, I guess. My darling,
It’s the middle of the night. Milf porn I like to think of you, naked beside me, as we recover from the exertion of our sex. If you do, call me. We were acquaintances. We couldn’t touch each other until we had finished our coffee – that had been the plan. I’ve felt I could tell you anything, and you’ve told me much, too. I’ve decided that the fact that I woke up when we first touched is also symbolic, in a good way. We were sitting at a table. I didn’t mind. I’m tired of waiting to finish our coffee. The cafe table and the cups of coffee are things we’ve talked about as a part of our first meeting. Waiting to be together is something we’ve also talked about. I guess I have some sort of hero complex. By now, I know that you know how I feel when I see a woman cry.
