Again her hands moved to my crotch to fumble with the buttons upon my woolen trousers, I pushed them away. "Strip!" It wasn't a request, but a command...that originated from some unknown place within me. A place that needed pain, lust and love to emerge. It was a foreign feeling, this inner desire to dominate this stranger and I knew not how she would take it.She stared again deeply in my eyes as if assessing me, assuring herself of her trust in me. At some point she must have come to a. ” I received another round of attacks by her lips.Patiently we waited in the queue to enter the theatre. Julie was trying to remove the lipstick streaks from my face by using a wet tissue. She kept on repeatedly thanking me for the beautiful birthday surprise. That is when I felt someone patting me on the shoulder. I turned to see a tall, slim man. He seemed not more than thirty years old. He was well dressed, in a three-piece suit. His hair all greased back, like someone out of a gangster. His tight ball sack and his big cock hanging. It was big and it wasn't even hard yet. Mom screamed out " oh yeah you bitch eat me make me cum you moron come on you can do better than that. Yeah that's it eat that cunt fuckhead your gettin it yeah oh fucking yeah yeah yeah."I saw her raise up more and screamed as she came. He sounded like a monkey screaming and she was slapping him on the head. She climaxed for a few minutes thrusting her ass up at his face and then grabbing his long hair. When did meeting someone become so complex? I awake at 6 am. turning on the magical glass box I look into my messages, nothing. Again at noon I find nothing. Not giving up hope as I know it is early for her to respond. Then at 4:30 there it is, the return response. My heart flutters with anticipation of the greatest magnitude. I am excited but scared of her response. The questions dart through my mind as I prepare to open her note. Simple but I was in relief to read: ‘I suppose I don’t know as.