Frank left fort he bedroom where he opened the window to let in some fresh air. I stepped out on the terrace looking out in the garden, thinking how f...r I would go today. Already at home I decided for myself that blowjobs and getting cummed in the face would be the farest I would go. I didn’t want to get laid on the first real date but I was sure that this would happen sooner or later if today would go on as I imagined. Then I heard steps behind me.Frank was now standing behind me asking me how. ”The way Polly Tarantella describes the conversation that followed between Crystal and Marianne it’s as if we were all in the same room. But of course we weren’t. Crystal was standing in the hotel phone booth with a cardboard phone credit card while I was hovering around within earshot but not part of the conversation. And at the other end of the telephone in San Francisco—almost as far away across the American continent as we were across the Atlantic Ocean from England—was Marianne and,. I could put off the inevitable no longer, it was now or never. I climbed on top of him quickly before I chickened out, and positioned my saturated pussy over his male telegraph pole, and slowly lowered myself onto him. I must admit that it did hurt a little bit to start with as it began on it's long journey onto his balls. I let it enter in increments so as not to hurt to much as I was stretched to capacity like never before.Slowly but surely it inched it's way forward, making me gasp and wince. I have been seriously ill which delayed what was to have been my last chapter, but then my world stopped spinning for a while.Date: 7th February 2013.Pat died peacefully, during her after-lunch sleep.I lost a mother, a lover and a friend and life ceased to be the wonderful experience it had become.I know it is inevitable that, as time goes by, one starts to lose ones oldest friends and relatives, but it still comes as a shock when the time between each occurrence gets shorter, and it doesn't.