Miss."

When she turned, I knew it was her. It's her! It's Carol! I can't believe it.

"Johnny? Is that you?"

"Carol? I can't believe it, after all these years."

I stood staring at her. She was still pretty, a little heavier and her hair was a little darker with a bit of gray peeking out at the sides, by her ears. Her face looked the same, except of a couple of crows' feet by her eyes. The years have been kind to her, kinder to her than to my Dad. My Dad looked every bit of his fifty-six years. He looked ten years older than his age, whereas Carol looked ten years younger. He was such a dope to lose the love of this woman.

"How are you," she said throwing herbefore leaning down to take my cock in her mouth. Oh, my God!

"Okay, sure, that sounds like fun," I said instead and knocking the fantasy from my head. "I was invited to a party, but I'd rather spend time with you, now that I finally found you."

"Great," she said. "Follow me in your car."

I ran to my car, jumped in, started it up, and pulled in behind her, while she led the way. It was just a short drive down a dirt road with a little house at the end. Very private, very isolated, it was picturesque, once we pulled into the lot where her house sat not far from a babbling brook. It was a cute, little cottage in the woods.

I helped her carry in the bundles,