Otherwise, you stay quiet.”
If I could, I would have nodded, but she took my silence as understanding and slowly let go of my hair. It was in that uncomprehending daze that she got my pants off. Milf sex Eyes, throat, groan, knees, ankles. “You talk way too much.” This she whispered right beside my ear, her breath hitting the side of my neck like that of lovers before. I closed my eyes, trying to think back to the few self defense moves I had learned from wrestling and an over-paranoid friend, but nothing came to mind. Maybe the thought of nurturing a business from the ground up, creating some little mom and pa shop, was our consolation prize when we grew up and realized how unlikely the ‘perfect marriage’ really was. I didn’t need the blind fold off or a mirror in front of me to know my cheeks were red, but I kept praying that she just wanted to embarrass me as some sick joke.
