She was impressed. Minutes after that we exchanged face pictures. Her's was her Facebook profile picture, and mine was the Facebook profile of a Frien...s Friends Friend who lived in Dallas. Again, she was impressed. A half an hour after that we were role playing a hook up. Ten minutes later we were making detailed plans to hook up, and as I expected, she was angling for it to happen this upcoming weekend because her husband would be out of town and her son would be working. Saturday at 1 pm we. She locked eyes with me, and then looked down at me, then back to my eyes. "Wow, you're quite a man now, aren't you?" "Uh, I guess," I stammered stupidly. "I wanted a man to dance with tonight, but there weren't any there, just us girls. Would you have danced with me if you were there tonight, Jason?" Uh, oh, sure, but I'm not really a dancer."I was staring down at Aunt Valerie's breasts. Nipples were now protruding through her sweater and bra. "Oh, dancing is easy, especially slow dancing.. ” James puts her at ease, telling her she looks great. For the next hour or so I might as well not be in the room, James blows her away with his charm offensive, knowing all the right words to say, and when to say them. She is literally putty in his hands. James asks me to go to the bar for more drinks for the three of us, and I know this is his cue. I order the drinks knowing that when I turn back from the bar, the pair of them will be kissing. I wasn’t wrong; Emily and James seemed to have. Seeing that profile picture of her, and the word Domme next to her name had sent his head into a spin and heated him up so quickly he'd had to jump straight into the pool.He lived in Cape Town, and she was a Jozie girl, so it had been a modern affair insofar as it was down to technology to play with each other. Hot emails, increasingly clever uses of video chatting and distance Domme-ing had given them both lots of fun and plenty of sexy moments. But now they just might be meeting for the.