Greetings from the loot bowl…where the internet helps connect generous older men looking for action…with sexy untried women seeking fiscal bread and butter and mentorship…I was a happily married man …who was blindsided when my married woman on nearly ten yr 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. John Paul Jones …a woman…several years older than me…who referred me to the land site. I had asked her if she thought I was ready to get back into dating and she wrote down the situation terminus and said,"You might find this promiscuous for now.

She was right…I took some clock time to develop my profile…I wanted to get sure I didn't sound wounded nor did I want to make the impression that I was looking for a wife…My profile stated two matter clearly…I was looking for a"booster with benefit"spot and would be willing to pay the decent womanhood a monthly allowance…I included a video that was more casual …and was surprised at the number of cleaning lady who contacted me. I struggled a bit in engaging with the women who messaged me…it's been a estimable long while…and these charwoman were mostly 25 years my junior…I met several but somehow the chemistry never felt flop

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 sugar bowl…After a sentence she focused in on what kinds of women I was targeting on the site. I gave her a longsighted and elaborated de***********ion of my early experiences…When I finished, she pointed out to me that the women I focused on bore more than a expiration resemblance to my ex…and she encouraged me to expatiate my sensible horizon. That was probably the best advice I ever got ( except maybe her original referral ).

I started targeting women that were remote my usual sweet-spot…younger women that were a picayune rougher around the edges and not quite so buttoned down. That's how I met Roxie…Roxie is 22 long time old and has piercings galore and a full arm of tattoos on both arms. Her profile said"Just ask"…to almost everything….so I did. We met for coffee and she had a Mocha Latte…It didn't take long in our initial conversation to clearly set up that we were from very different planets in the pop culture universe…. I refused to let that put me off…It seemed I was satisfactory in Roxie's eyes…and I sure didn't know her well enough at that stop to have any thought 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 have it away"…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 mental testing drive would you ? I'm not going to agree to be your lucre infant unless I know you can fuck."I got up and followed her outside…which was a practiced thing since our conversation seemed to be amusing various sponsor from more than one tabular array in the coffee berry store.

We walked to my SUV and she got in with me….I was trying to figure out a hotel that would possess a elbow room uncommitted nearby when she reached over and unzipped my fly and got my putz out. I started to ask her a question…when she looked up and smiled a sting her lingua out to register the piercing and said"You do hump what this is for don't you ?"…then she preceded to depict me. After a few min …she said…"we don't need a motel…drive down by the subway under the highway…no one will bother us…"I started the truck and headed down to the area she had suggested…as she never stopped giving me some of the best head I have ever had…When we reached the spot Roxie had suggested…I closed my eyes just to enjoy what this noteworthy young woman was doing and relish the slurping sounds sundry with the intermittent traffic noise overhead…She stopped and smiled…and proceeded to draw out up her sundress to reveal a perfect shaved pussy…with a pierced clit of course…She stepped over the console and inserted my cock in a movement that seemed both elegant and practiced…She shushed me with her finger and said"I've got this…"…and proceeded to sway on me until she soaked me as she came all over my cock ( and pants ) …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 warm and tender and not at all mean. 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 barbarian child with a heart of gold ... I'm paying her Community College tuition and helping with expense, and she's taken me to places sexually that I didn't know existed. I like to think we're good for each other.

I told my healer about Roxie….and she asked a lot of questions but was obviously pleased with the focus of matter. I'm .grateful to my Dr Jones for the Wisdom to understand I wasn't nearly ready to start"dating"again…and introducing me to the Sugar Bowl. I'm grateful to Roxie for helping me get past times my divorce and reach a fresh outlook on life…Every meeting is an adventure…I'm grateful to the dinero trough for the opportunity to meet a cleaning woman like Roxie. In real life, she would never have had anything to do with me…

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