You then suck my fingertips…Pure temptation I can’t resist…Upon this tender morning mist…I caress your neck so slightly…While you hold me re...lly tightly…With my back against the grass…As I then squeeze your tight ass…My hands move to your thighs…Then I gaze upon your eyes…We then follow with our kiss…Igniting slowly with pure bliss …I am filled with much desire…Your luscious neck I then aspire…Starting to nibble on your neck…Turns you quickly to a wreck…Your sweet nothings so exotic…Gasping. I got discouraged.And then, Karen emailed me. She told me she was 43, and lived a few miles away.She was a divorced Jewish woman; owned an art gallery; had two grown up kids, none of them at home. She enjoyed trips to the city; loved sushi, walks in the mountains and going camping. Dislikes: mean people, airy ice cream, and bad coffee.She attached a portrait and asked me to email her back. I told her about my plans. She sounded interested and asked to for a photo. I sent her my set and got a. Around 11 o'clock I received a text from Ben saying that he was done at the track and that he would meet me in a restaurant parking lot so I could meet him at his brothers house that was vacant at the time. I started to get knots in my stomach and told him I was really nervous. He said he was too and that it would be okay. I just didn't want to get hurt or anything like that. But I went anyways. I got to the lot around 11:30 and he was sitting in his light blue convertible Miata. I pulled up in. "After the last time, I made sure your suitcases were packed. I have several of your outfits and duplicates of your toiletries packed in the garage. Take a few moments to get yourself together. Stay here and I'll bring you a wet towel to wipe the blood off of your face. There's no need for you to bother coming back inside the house and ruining everyone's Christmas."A few seconds after that, I was back in my car and heading home. I'd been expecting it since I'd left Elizabeth's parents' house..