Looking at my reflection, I wonder again what on earth I’m doing here. What possessed me to agree to meet with a man I had only talked to on the Int...rnet? True, I was intrigued by his thoughtful words of humour, philosophy and, of course, romance. I had gazed at his photograph so often I was sure I could recognize every line of his face, the turn of his strong jaw, full lips, and dark eyes. Did he dream of me as often as I did of him? A flash of lightning startles me and I wonder if the gods. In the evening i try to have sex with her but after harding up my cock with a few stroke, per usual she kiss me goodnight and go to sleep,she likes doing that,about twice a week,bring me close to cum and stop,leaving me full of desire with a hard dick,continuous denials,just two time a month she let me climax,i can't do anything about cos if i insist i get even less and if i push hard i would get charged .The day after at work i keep thinking at the all situation and i am about to erase all the. ”“Do ... do other women succumb to that like I do?” she asked in a hushed tone. “Did the girl who wore this robe before me ... did you make her love surrendering her mind to you like I love it?”I smiled and nuzzled into her hair. “I was preparing her for another man,” I told her. “He wanted a virgin bride, so I couldn’t take her the way I wanted. But I DID make her want the trance. She’d do anything for the trance. I would let her show her appreciation by using her mouth.” I paused while she. She started to moan in pleasure when she pictured there balls slapping against each other as they fucked her. The moaning attracted the attention of Bob. He went into her room to see what was going on, and he got a sexy surprise. He saw her masturbating wildly on her bed. When she saw him she got embarrassed, and quickly yanked the butt plug out of her quivering anus. Then she saw that Bob was erect, his dick just itching to cum. Bobs sister then said fuck my little pussy Bob. Bob quickly took.