We started to kiss and nibble and lick. She squeaked and squealed every time I hit the right spot, and I knew all the right spots. Our hands were ever...where. I pushed against her, she pushed right back, and eventually, we found ourselves too out of control to not take it all the way.I tried to lift her and take her that way, but the shower was too slippery, I kept sliding out from under myself. We tried against the wall, but then the water was spraying right in our faces. The shower wasn’t big. She felt incredibly full and every sensation, every nerve, was focused between her legs. He used his thumb on her clit again as he held the massive dildo in her."Oh... ah... oh god... oh, oh..." she was coming again. She was thrashing and noisy. And each time she made a noise, he made sure to push a little deeper and smile a little broader.He took the dildo out of her so slowly it was nearly tortuous as the ridges kept titillating her sensitive pussy. Then, less gently, he pulled the butt plug. Perhaps I was relieved I didn’t have to deal with Miriam in the back of some motel. Maybe I was also oddly proud for having survived that minor debacle.The next day I sent Miriam a message. “I was at the bar last night as we agreed; where were you?” Of course, I never got a reply nor did I ever hear from her again.Anyway, by the next year, I had my last two Internet dates. After that, I had various professional, financial, and housing issues to deal with. A couple of years went past and I lost. Her hair was flowing black curls down to her shoulders, and her eyes were the most flourescent, vivid, liquid green. I was watching her out of the window getting quite turned on. It was a hot summers day and she was in a little skirt and tiny t-shirt. I decided to go out and talk to her.“Hey”, I said“Oh...hey...your the guy that lives across the road...”She gave me a look that I couldnt quite figure out, was it thankfulness, or lust?She answered my question, “Err...you wanna come inside?” One.