A Lasting Love

10 Ocak 2023 Kapalı Yazar: analsex

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She said, “I want to make love to you again,” and my heart stopped. Had it been the second time that night, or year or decade, I would have been better prepared but the second time in twenty-two years, left me speechless.I met Jan when she was a kid. My wife, Sharon, and I had chaperoned many of her school functions and as Jan grew older we developed a big brother little sister relationship. I was her confidant through her first crush, her first date, a plethora of boyfriends and the first time she had sex. When Sharon and I had our first child, Jan was our babysitter. She was a cute teenager whose personality won over everyone she came into contact with. In spite of the nature of our relationship and fifteen year age difference, her hot body had not escaped my notice.When she left for college we remained close, talking occasionally on the phone. She came over for dinner when she came home and we even became drinking buddies. Although my wife’s relationship with Jan was extremely close, Jan had not involved her in the details of her life.Just before Christmas vacation, Jan called Sharon and asked if she could come over during the break, explaining şişli escort she wanted us to meet someone. We arranged to have Jan and her friend over during the holidays. The night of our arranged date, I cooked a nice dinner. When Jan and her friend, Rob, showed up we had a drink before dinner and had a chance to get to know the young man. He was a graduate student at Jan’s college who had done his undergraduate work at an Ivy League university. Rob was about to finish his MBA and had accepted a position with a major corporation in a management trainee program. He was a tall nice looking guy who obviously made Jan very happy. We polished off the bottle of wine they had brought with dinner and went into the living room to have after dinner drinks. Jan nervously downed a couple of drinks and looked us into our eyes and announced. “we haven’t told anyone yet but Rob and I are getting married this summer.” After a brief episode of hugging, we drank a toast to their impending marriage. Jan had managed to get a bit drunk and Rob said he needed to get her home. As we hugged goodnight I felt extremely happy that Jan had escort şişli fallen in love with such a great guy but I also felt a little jealous.Sharon and I had always been very different people. She was the class genius and I was the hell raiser. We met after she had experienced a painful breakup and I was taken with her neediness. She was impressed with my “man-about -town” image and we got married after dating a short period time. Sharon was a great mother to our two daughters but our differences proved to be too great to reconcile. Right after the holidays, we agreed to divorce. Early the next year my company offered me a job at the corporate headquarters. This job was considered to be a gateway to upper management and too lucrative to turn down. I made a deal to assure that I was able to spend a week in my home area every two months and accepted the position .Jan had planned a June wedding in our hometown and my ex-wife was having a great time helping out. I had scheduled a vacation for the week of the wedding. Sharon and I offered to throw a party for both families and all the out of town guests who were arriving mecidiyeköy early. The Thursday before the wedding we all gathered at a local club that I had reserved for the evening. I hired a blues/jazz band to appeal, at least some, to all four generations that were represented. The food was outstanding, the liquor was flowing and everyone seemed to be having a great time as the night proceeded. I danced with Jan a few, probably too many, times. She seemed a little different, seeming preoccupied when we weren’t dancing and a little too aggressive when we danced. At one point, while dancing I had become semi erect. Hoping she wouldn’t notice, I lost my breath when she ground her crotch into mine. The party went on until midnight. The younger folks were going to the bar of the hotel which was serving as the headquarters of the wedding. I was staying about three blocks from that hotel in a restored hotel that was originally built in the late 1800’s. I excused myself from the after party by saying, “I’m not as young as you guys.”Walking through the lobby of my hotel, the bartender called out, “we have that Lagavulin you asked for earlier.” I walked over to the bar and said, “pour me a double and I’ll take it up to the room with me. That should get me to sleep.” I took my drink and went to my suite. The suite was a remarkably beautiful room with an office and sitting room on either side of the bedroom.

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