The next step was to find a suitable candidate to play the role of the intruder. Luckily, I do have a nice network of potential fuck buddies on Grindr... I just needed to find the right one. One candidate was a scally guy, he was hot and looked very bad-ass. I loved that thug look he had where he'd be posing wearing Nike gloves sticking this middle finger up. This guy would have definitely provided the element of fear if I'd given him my address. The downside was that he could potentially have. " She lookednervous, like she was afraid to ask anything."That's good." I walked into the bedroom to get changed. I took off myclothes and put on a t shirt and yoga pants. I laid down on the bed,looked at the door and thought, "Do I still love you? Yes, you piss meoff but I still love you. But, do I still want to be married to you?Do I want to spend my whole life with you? Can I? Or am I just afraidof being a 33 year old divorced woman, when I had never been one - orany kind of woman -. “Oh, Jesse, do that more! You know, on that spot!”I lowered my mouth to her pussy, closed my lips around her and sucked softly while I ran the tip of my tongue over her clitoris. Francesca moaned, gasped, and groaned, and I felt her hand on my head, pushing me down onto her. It didn’t take long before her body shook. ‘Three!’ I thought.“Jesse!” she squealed. “Keep doing that!”I did and counted ‘Four!’ and ‘Five!’ before I couldn’t wait any longer, and stopped licking her.“You stopped!” she. ... well, you can imagine. Anyway, our chats continued, we were happy in this electronic relation. It was so unreal. But after that drunk night, it got more disturbing. More tense. Occasionally we send each other more and more erotic messages, sentences and pictures alike. I was little bit ashamed of me having such few experiences, so I started to look for it on the internet. She turned me on. I come across a lot of mature content and my fantasies grew wilder every day. I've found more and more.