We were chatting with each other and she was about my age and had 2 children. She was present on and off on the website for about 2 years. She started...off when she found that her husband was having an affair and went out with a man for vengeance, who was a pervert and she got rid of him in no time. She was then still not happy with the sort of gap that got created between her and her hubby.We didn’t disclose our names or pictures for first few days and were talking about our likes, dislikes,. They were glazed over with lust and newfound shock. She didn't answer, just stared."How many boys have you fucked, Amelia?" Only 4, daddy..."Deniz ground his teeth together. "4 means you haven't found a good fuck yet. You don't need boys, Amelia. You need a man." Deniz grabbed his daughter's hand and placed it on his cock. At some point he had released it from the confines of his jeans but he couldn't remember when. Amelia wrapped her hand around it and smiled up at him, "You're so hard,. It contained the date and time to meet, as well as the address of a little cafe about half an hour drive away from where I lived. Something inside me knew it was crazy to meet a complete stranger after one message on a website. But something inside of me thought 'what the hell' and for once I took a chance. Two days later I found myself driving to 'Jen's Cafe' with butterflys in my stomach. I had shaved and preened every inch of myself just incase, and spent almost an hour choosing my outfit. Chris Hanson shit...”“Chris Hansen.”“Hansen?”“Hansen.”“Marilyn Manson.”“Isn’t Marilyn Manson dead?”“No, Marilyn Manson is alive and pissing on people in Times Square.”“Marilyn Manson is pissing on children.”“It has to be a sex offense, pissing on children...”“Even by accident? Say you’re in a public bathroom, pissing in a urinal, and a crazy kid comes running in, accidentally runs into your stream, and you blast his snotty little face with your golden bladder juice. Fucking next thing you know,.