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I suppose I'm not particularly proud of how I mostly wasted my life during this period, but as I come to write this account some questions occur to me that I hadn't ever considered before. I guess the main one would be did Lori know who I was before we met? It's a fair question really because as I said I was fairly well known around the hippest bars in Nashville, and having worked at a strip club and dated a stripper who was also deep into the goth/punk/art scene I guess I had kind of a rep long before this. Bartenders knew me, and they knew Lori. As a heavy drinker and a big tipper she was beloved by many a bartender so if she saw me and asked it wouldn't take her long to find out about me. It's entirely possible that she just asked the bartender at Multi-Bob when I went to the bathroom or something that first night, but knowing Lori indian that seems unlikely. Either we just met, she took a chance and trusted her own judgment, or she researched me pretty thoroughly. I have seriously never even considered it until this moment but the more I think about it the more I lean towards the later. It just makes too much sense based on everything I know about her, especially how much she loved a bargain. I went with her once to buy a new futon frame and she was incredibly shrewd about negotiating price, and trying to get anything extra that she could. She was like a bargain shark. After about the third thing she asked about the possibility of getting for free the salesperson said, "No, but you're good." sounding genuinely impressed. We did end up getting something extra too. Now for what she needed a sex therapist, or hell even a jigalo would have been pretty fucking expensive, but I was a comparative bargain. Not that I would mind if that is the case. If anything I would be even more impressed, and quite frankly flattered that she chose me. It takes a certain talent to see someone that others regard as useless, who may even see themselves as useless, and utilize their talents. So that's my story, and if I could have you take anything from it, that would be a new respect for the power of empathy, and a desire to practice it. Lee was sad when I told her I was changing jobs thinking I would never be up this way again.I told her how much I enjoyed our dinners together and the deserts she fed me in my sleeper. Our last time was just as good as the first, I remembered her tiny body laying on me as her thin legs straddled my face.Her old pussy dripping her juices from her stretched hole down her slit and into my mouth.How she would suck my desi cock deep in her mouth and stroke the shaft begging me to cum. She had exceptional technique's learned from her days of being a prostitute and knew just how to make me cum. She loved my cock and would keep me hard after cumming waiting for the fucking I was going to give her. I will never forget the sight of her laying with her legs spread waiting for me to put it in her. How she would rub her hands through her grey pubic hair before sliding her long fingers in side her self. Sure she had wrinkles about her face but her blue eyes seemed to sparkle knowing what was coming. We had fucked many times so she knew and loved that I lasted a lot longer after she gave me a blow job. So the second time she would be wet in anticipation of the hours of pounding she was going to receive,surprisingly Bhabhi she would stay wet. Even now at 65 she still had the desire for sex,but only with me she would tell me. I was the only one she needed or wanted which I was sorry when I told her I was probably not going to be there for her desires. That last look of Lee walking away after that two hour fuck is what brought sunny me back tonight. The image's her small frame,her long braided grey hair reaching her tiny ass,pointing at the wide gap between her thighs had been on my mind for a while. I pulled into the truck stop noticing it hand't changed ,parked my car and went inside. I was hoping Lee sam would be there but was sad to see she was not.I sat down at the counter and ordered coffee ,then asked the waitress if Lee was around.She said no she doesn't come around here much only to bring us our pay checks, I asked her if she could call her.She was surprised when I told her I was an old friend and really wanted to see to her. Lee was so excited when she heard my voice ,and when I asked her if I could stop by she eagerly gave me directions to her home. Lee was waiting anxiously on her front porch waving at me with a big smile when she seen me pulling in.She stepped carefully off her steps slowly walking to greet me,I noticed that age has caught up with her.She still had that beautiful smile along with her long grey hair.Her eye's didn't have that sparkle like I remembered but she still had her welcoming voice,the voice that let you know she was happy to see you. She wrapped her arms around me giving me a big kiss before asking me what I was doing up here.I told her that I missed her and have been thinking about her ever day."It's been two years" she said" why in the hell would you miss this old broad".She laughed then said "well I missed you too sweet heart , come sit down" taking my hand as we walked up to the porch.She commented that her body doesn't move as well as it used too carefully climbing the steps. "Well you just need to get limbered up " I said,she laughed "what are you hear to give me a massage"."Well if that's what it takes to get you in bed ,sure "I said placing my hand over her's as we sat on the porch swing.Lee was trying to change the subject by asking what I have been doing ,did I have a girl friend, wife etc.etc.Even with all the questions she never removed my hand from hers,instead she leaned her head over on my shoulder listening to me talk. “We can drop your bag at my apartment, and sunny you can change for the dance while we are there,” Beth offered. “Yes, yes,” I groaned. I blinked and realized my professor was right before me, her hands on her hips. You weren’t mommy’s little boy back then. As she did my hands moved right across her vagina, but I quickly moved back to massaging the sore muscle until desi she relaxed again, spreading her legs even more. So there did I finished... “Mommy... likes this too?” she mumbled. It only took a few minutes to push myself over the edge. Suddenly, Brick was jolted Bhabhi back to reality as he came around the corner. Dempsy had almost reached the door when he stopped, "When you have gone back to meditation and finished, come to my room. With the few they had, he wasn't that sure. That hasn’t changed but now the fear comes with it. As far as I knew it was the first time Marie would have touched another hard penis sam since indian we were married!