Greetings from the sugar bowl…where the internet helps connect generous older men looking for action…with sexy younger adult female seeking financial support and mentorship…I was a happily married man …who was blindsided when my wife on nearly ten years left me for a guy in her office. I was devastated by the ensuing divorce and have been in therapy. It's funny because it was my therapist…Dr. Jones …a woman…several years older than me…who referred me to the web site. I had asked her if she thought I was ready to get back into dating and she wrote down the site goal and said,"You might see this easier for now.

She was right…I took some time to develop my profile…I wanted to seduce for certain I didn't sound wounded nor did I want to produce the impression that I was looking for a wife…My profile stated two things clearly…I was looking for a"admirer with benefits"situation and would be will to pay the right fair sex a monthly allowance…I included a picture that was more casual …and was surprised at the turn of women who contacted me. I struggled a bit in engaging with the cleaning woman who messaged me…it's been a estimable foresightful while…and these women were mostly 25 long time my junior…I met several but somehow the interpersonal chemistry never felt right

In my next follow-up visit with Dr. Jones, she asked me if I had followed her suggestion and wanted to make out all about it. Frankly, it was weird having a somewhat clinical conversation about the bread bowl…After a time she focused in on what form of womanhood I was targeting on the site. I gave her a long and elaborate de***********ion of my ahead of time experiences…When I finished, she pointed out to me that the women I focused on bore More than a passing resemblance to my ex…and she encouraged me to flesh out my horizons. That was probably the expert advice I ever got ( except maybe her original referral ).

I started targeting women that were outside my usual sweet-spot…younger adult female that were a short rougher around the edge and not quite so buttoned down. That's how I met Roxie…Roxie is 22 geezerhood old and has piercings galore and a full arm of tattoos on both weapon. Her profile said"Just ask"…to almost everything….so I did. We met for umber and she had a Mocha Latte…It didn't take long in our initial conversation to clearly establish that we were from very different planet in the pop culture universe…. I refused to let that put me off…It seemed I was acceptable in Roxie's eyes…and I sure didn't know her well enough at that pointedness to bear any estimate who or what Roxie would have found unacceptable. Just 30 minutes into the meeting …she had just drained her drink… Roxie stood up and smiled and said"Let's go someplace and fuck"…I started my middle-aged asshole speech about taking it slow etc and getting to know one another…and she said…"Look, I'm not asking you for anything but a few thousand sperm…You wouldn't buy a car without a test drive would you ? I'm not going to agree to be your shekels baby unless I know you can fuck."I got up and followed her outside…which was a good thing since our conversation seemed to be amusing several supporter from More than one mesa in the umber shop.

We walked to my SUV and she got in with me….I was trying to visualise out a hotel that would deliver a elbow room available nearby when she reached over and unzipped my fly and got my cock out. I started to ask her a question…when she looked up and smiled a stuck her natural language out to show the piercing and said"You do make love what this is for don't you ?"…then she preceded to show me. After a few hour …she said…"we don't need a motel…drive down by the underpass under the highway…no one will nettle us…"I started the truck and headed down to the domain she had suggested…as she never stopped giving me some of the best principal I have ever had…When we reached the spot Roxie had suggested…I closed my eyes just to revel what this singular young cleaning woman was doing and revel the slurping sounds mixed with the intermittent traffic noise overhead…She stopped and smiled…and proceeded to pull up her sundress to reveal a perfect shaved pussy…with a pierced button of course…She stepped over the console and inserted my cock in a bm that seemed both graceful and practiced…She shushed me with her fingerbreadth and said"I've got this…"…and proceeded to rock on me until she soaked me as she came all over my stopcock ( and pant ) …She paused and whispered"Your turn…"and ground her hips rhythmically in a way that seemed to just suck the come right out of my dick…The feeling was overwhelming and I could barely move…Roxie laughed at the way I looked …as she dismounted…but in a way that was warmly and legal tender and not at all mean value. She asked,"Was that OK ?"I couldn't answer and she knew it was. She took out her Juul and rolled down her window to exhale…I can't remember how long it took me to recover but it was awhile. She smiled at me as we drove back and said,"You'll do"and then laughed.

well it turns out Roxie's the ultimate unwarranted child with a heart of gold ... I'm paying her Community College tutelage and helping with disbursement, and she's taken me to situation sexually that I didn't know existed. I like to think we're good for each other.

I told my therapist about Roxie….and she asked a lot of doubtfulness but was obviously pleased with the focal point of things. I'm .grateful to my Dr Jones for the wisdom to see I wasn't nearly ready to set out"dating"again…and introducing me to the wampum Bowl. I'm grateful to Roxie for helping me get past my divorcement and achieve a fresh outlook on life…Every meeting is an adventure…I'm grateful to the Sugar bowling ball for the chance to see a woman like Roxie. In real living, she would never consume had anything to do with me…

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