Greetings from the sugar bowl…where the internet helps connect generous honest-to-god men looking for action…with sexy jr. cleaning lady seeking financial supporting and mentorship…I was a happily married man …who was blindsided when my wife on nearly ten geezerhood left me for a guy in her part. 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 honest-to-god than me…who referred me to the site. I had asked her if she thought I was set up to get back into dating and she wrote down the site destination and said,"You might obtain this easier for now.

She was right…I took some time to develop my profile…I wanted to make sure as shooting I didn't sound wounded nor did I want to create the impression that I was looking for a wife…My profile stated two affair clearly…I was looking for a"Friend with benefits"situation and would be willing to pay the in good order woman a monthly allowance…I included a picture that was more casual …and was surprised at the number of women who contacted me. I struggled a bit in engaging with the fair sex who messaged me…it's been a good long while…and these fair sex were mostly 25 age my junior…I met several but somehow the 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 screw all about it. Frankly, it was unearthly having a somewhat clinical conversation about the sugar bowl…After a prison term she focused in on what variety of woman I was targeting on the site. I gave her a long and detail de***********ion of my former experiences…When I finished, she pointed out to me that the char I focused on bore Sir Thomas More than a passing resemblance to my ex…and she encouraged me to expatiate my horizons. That was probably the best advice I ever got ( except maybe her original referral ).

I started targeting cleaning lady that were outdoor my usual sweet-spot…younger fair sex that were a little rougher around the sharpness and not quite so fastened down. That's how I met Roxie…Roxie is 22 twelvemonth old and has piercings galore and a to the full sleeve 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 shew that we were from very different planets in the pop finish 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 point to have any idea who or what Roxie would have found impossible. Just 30 min into the confluence …she had just drained her drink… Roxie stood up and smiled and said"Let's go someplace and fuck"…I started my middle-aged arse 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 driving force would you ? I'm not going to agree to be your cabbage child unless I know you can fuck."I got up and followed her outside…which was a good matter since our conversation seemed to be amusing various supporter from Sir Thomas More than one table in the java shop.

We walked to my SUV and she got in with me….I was trying to cypher out a hotel that would experience a 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 pose her natural language out to show the piercing and said"You do bonk what this is for don't you ?"…then she preceded to show me. After a few minutes …she said…"we don't need a motel…drive down by the underpass 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 right head I have ever had…When we reached the spot Roxie had suggested…I closed my heart just to savour what this noteworthy Pres Young woman was doing and enjoy the slurping sounds mixed with the intermittent traffic disturbance overhead…She stopped and smiled…and proceeded to pull 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 graceful and practiced…She shushed me with her finger and said"I've got this…"…and proceeded to rock on me until she soaked me as she came all over my cock ( and pant ) …She paused and whispered"Your turn…"and ground her rosehip rhythmically in a way that seemed to just suck the come right out of my dick…The flavour was overcome 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 retrieve how long it took me to retrieve 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 tempestuous tiddler with a heart of gold ... I'm paying her residential area College tuition and helping with expenses, and she's taken me to post 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 interrogation but was obviously please with the focussing of matter. I'm .grateful to my Dr Jones for the wiseness to understand I wasn't nearly ready to start out"dating"again…and introducing me to the Sugar bowl. I'm grateful to Roxie for helping me get retiring my divorce and achieve a impertinent mindset on life…Every group meeting is an adventure…I'm grateful to the Sugar bowling ball for the chance to adjoin a cleaning lady like Roxie. In literal life, she would never have had anything to do with me…

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