”I am a little old fashioned so I would prefer if you call me Mr. Stevens.”“Okay, I understand.” My Mom and Dad always wanted me to call them...Mom and Dad, while some of my friends call their parents by their first name, which I think is a little too informal.“Sam, let’s sit in the kitchen and you can tell me a little about yourself.” Richard could tell Sam was very trusting. This felt like the old poem ‘The Spider and The Fly.’“I don’t where to start Mr. Stevens. I come from Nebraska, but. I let out a louder gasp as my head pushed back into her.She continued to stroke me gently, letting me enjoy the sensation. Her fingers massaged every part of my vagina in a way I had never felt before. My sweet girlfriend began to make circles around my clit, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. I could feel an orgasm gathering inside my tummy. Was this really happening? I could not believe it could be so hot…Her bare boobs pressed hard into my back. I could feel her erect nipples. Over the next couple of days we exchanged a dozen messages. He wasn't much of a camper but he did like card games, and who doesn't like movies? He had no pets but he did like cats, and I had a cat!It wasn't love at first sight, but it looked promising. I suggested we meet at a local coffee shop the next day. Ladies, always meet an Internet date for the first time in a public place!I recognized him as he pulled into the parking lot driving a blue Dodge Caliber. As he got out of his car I called. ’ He says handing her a large tear shaped object. ‘Speaking of breaking her in, be sure to use this on her.’ ‘You got it, is everything all set up in there?’ Mama asked. ‘You’re all set, just be sure to keep her centered on the bed. See you in a couple of hours.’ And with that he walks out the door. Mama walk into the room and set something on the night stand, before unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor. Her body is like a Botticelli painting. Tanned skin lit by light streaming.