Before we left that night, I just had to remember to switch the locks back again. Five months later I received a dear Brent letter explaining she had met a really great guy and asking me to be happy for her. Milf sex Cindy came into the living room wiping her hands dry on a dish towel. It was acres and acres of beautiful, tree lined, rolling hills with a small picturesque lake and a one hundred year old covered bridge spanning the little stream that flowed through the countryside. She turned her body and maneuvered her leg under the steering wheel and over my left leg so she was straddling me. God! Back then, as far as I was concerned, it was the most unlikely romance I could think of. You’re a great guy.”
“Oh hell, Cindy,” I said nervously, “she could have any guy she wants, I still don’t know why she likes me but she does. She sure seems to.”
“What do you mean you don’t know what she sees in you,” said Cindy in an almost
