I'm closer to seventy than sixty, and pretty knackered to boot.A few weeks ago, I was lounging around as usual, parked next to the drain I use for an ...shtray, enjoying the sunshine. I always park in that spot, with my back to the cash machine (ATM), I can see what's going on there in the mirrors on my buggy, I keep an eye out as sometimes the oldies less able than me get fucked up, and I give them a hand. This particular day must have been a Friday or Saturday evening, as a young couple walked. But she said okay. She was genuinely tired. So I cleared the bed and she took on the covers and started sleeping. I was sitting on the chair behind my desk watching her sleep thinking 'How can I fuck this girl?" After some time I decided I should start giving her a light massage. I moved over to the bed and sat beside her sleeping body. I started massaging her legs under the covers, her smooth light brown Burmese legs were so fucking exhilarating. I moved to her small wrists, forearms and. I didn’t know I’d been slipping off her lap. I get back into position and just have time to realise I’m starting to sniffle when she resumes her assault. ?AND I bet you though of me too didn’t you wankerboy???AHH! YES MISS JESSICA!??And if you didn’t? (SMACK) ?know? (SMACK) ?who’s panties? (SMACK) ?they were? (SMACK) ?then really you were trying? (SMACK) ?to steal? (SMACK) ?all of our panties? (SMACK) ?weren’t you??(SMACK)?AHH! YES I’M SORRY MISS JESSICA I’M SO SOOOORRY!? I’m breaking down and. I realize Sam will never forget what I just said. I wonder how Im going to explain the difference in loving someone and being in love with someone. The English language only has one word for love. I know other languages use more than one to describe the type of love, from the love of a parent to the lust filled desire of lovers. The love you have for a friend is quite different than the love you have for family, the love you have for a wife is quite different than the love you have for your.