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I’m just recently divorced. I had become a hermit and kind of depressed and was spending all my time a lone and at home. A friend of mine could not take it any longer and showed up at my house and dragged me out to a club he likes to go to. It was loud and crowded and I just was not in the mood for it.

Listen you loser. Jake my friend said. You can’t just sit around and wait to die. Your thirty-three years old. You just need to get back in the saddle and ride Sally ride. You know what I’m saying.

No. I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about. I retorted sarcastically.

I’ll get us some drinks. He replies shaking his head.

As I was standing there looking for an escape a short curly blond haired woman came up and took my hand and dragged me to the dance floor. It was so loud that I couldn’t get across I didn’t want to dance. She rubber her round ass in to my manhood as she ignored my pleads to leave.

It had been a while since anyone had rubber and bumped me like this and my protests to leave got weaker and weaker as time went on before I knew it we interlocked her back to my chest. Her ass hard against my stiff cock as we moved as one to the beats of the music. I found a zone with her there. The people and music slipped away and it was just us. Moving as on body. One soul. The music carrying our hearts and bodies on wings of pleasure unfelt in a long time. My hand worked up and down her curves getting to know her shape and form. She was the curvy type with great hips and round breasts. Her tight waist seems to fit my hands like a glove. Her hand keep reaching back run her fingers though my black hair as rested her head on my muscular chest.

She tilled her head up ward and gave me a kiss that seem to last as if time had came to a halt. Our lips interwoven as a lock and key this open my heart to her.

She took my hand and led me from the club. I was lead easily like a lost child and we made it to her car.

Who are you? I asked.

An Angel come to show you life once more. She said with a sweet smile.

She flipped me the keys to her car and I open the door for her as she slipped into the seat.

I climbed in. First looking back at the club. My friend was in the door way holding two drink. He raised a toast and a smile and returned to the club.

Where are me going?

My place. She said. The Vine. You know it?
Yeah. I said reflecting back. The Vine was the riches place in town.

Let me know when we get to the gate. She said as a smile slipped across her face and her mouth found my sex. She work me over all the way to her place taking to the edge three or four times but she always backed off at the right time.

We are at the gate I panted. She hit a button on the dash and on my as I filled her mouth while the gate creaked open. I drove though as she cleaned me up not one drop was lost.

Down on the right. She said with a satisfied look on her face as she wiggled in her seat.

The house was a palace. I parked and got out of the car opened the door for her and we went in side. From the doorway to her massive bedroom was a path of cloths as we ripped and kiss and touch all the way to the bed.

We hit the bed as one as stayed that way till dawn. I returned the favor in the car and she was a screamer. I loved it. She moved with grace and passion like no other I have seem. She pushed me to my back and climbed on top and started a ride that I thought would never end. Her hourglass shape was she perfect. That I just liked to watch her move her hip and ass up and down on me till I came to a fall like no one I have ever felt. I thought that was the end but the powers of Venus can make any man a God and I was worked back full staff in minutes.

She moved to all four and moved her butt up and down to get me to work inside her again. I could see the mess I left falling from her as I mounted her.

I dug my nails deep into her all as I pound away. I throw all I had as her as she quaked and quivered. Once. Twice. Three times a fall. She was begging me to come to an end. I obliged with all I had left.

Three times in one night had not happened since college. We lay there together unable to speak as she placed her head on my chest and dreams replaced reality.

I woke to the smell of coffee and eggs. I got up and found a robe and a note that said follow your cloth and you will find me.

I robe and followed the path till I found the kitchen. She was cooking breakfast in her white robe. Her hair hanging so beautifully down along her face in a cute way that made her so sweet and soft and vulnerable.

I went over to her and wrapped my arm and body and heart around her. She nuzzled her head against my cheek.

Good morning.

Good morning.
Have a seat and eat up before in get cold. I sat down and started to eat. She sat down next to me and started to eat too.

I know this sound stupid but I still don’t know your name. I said.

Jackie.

The name rang a bell. The Jackie. I said.

Yes Tom. She said. Eating.

Jake has been trying to get me to meet you for a year.

I know. We decided to become proactive with you. She said with a smile.

I just smiled. But she looked concerned.

What? I asked.

I just don’t to that. What we did last night. I have only been with now five men in my whole life. She looked up at me and gazed into my eyes with those deep green eyes of hers and said. We just connected and I just wanted you in me. Sorry.

For what?

It was not a good time to do that. I’m pregnant.

I laughed. How can you be so sure so quickly?

Trust me I know. I have twelve children.

I chocked in my coffee. Twelve? How old are you?

I am thirty-two. I got pregnant every year for the last twelve. So trust me I know. When my husband died last year…

>From the shock or just worn out? I asked trying to lighten up the mood.

She smiled. Both I guess. I just thought I would never find another man that made me feel like he did. Jake thought we would be good for each other at least maybe friends but it is more. You always wanted children and your ex couldn’t Jake said.

Yeah.

We I can and I want more. She said with the Devilish little smile.

Yeah I said smiling back.

We got married and are very pregnant. We have sex everyday and night. I am as happy as I can ever remember being.