. down the walk to the gate.There was a car and driver waiting in the drive. He tossed his luggage in the trunk, got in the backseat and was gone ... ...o wave good bye ... gone.I wonder if I’ll miss him. Time will tell.I immediately opened the gun box. The heavy and hard to shoot Colt 1911 was gone. In its place was a Colt Model 1908 in .380. I could shoot it.Following his directions I changed his print for mine. There was an envelope. KAREN. Open Immediately.I did ... there was a strap of. But I always found great comfort it in. I would sometimes see ‘her’ in my thoughts when I’m crying. I never knew her name, or in a way I did know her name but it was more of a feeling then a word. I’d be wrapped up in myself on the bed, not caring about anything or anyone, mad at the world.. consumed with so much anger and hurt. Then I would open my eyes and she’d be there laying next to me… stroking my hair as she watches me. I could see the concern on her face, and the warmth of her caring. ” The next date, she couldn’t wait. She talked and so did he but all she thought about, as he talked up a storm, was kissing him on his lips. That was all she wanted that night. “I had a nice time tonight. I hope you did too” he said. She did and waited for that kiss. None ever came. He started to say goodnight. She was looking at him, wondering. Why doesn’t he ever kiss me? Why won’t he kiss me she asked herself again? He saw her open the door to her house and turned away. She looked at him as. There was never a loss of contact and it was like velvet on my shaft. Within a few moments I was about to come. I grabbed her hair and said “don’t fucking stop, I’m about to cum”. Dyanna then grabbed the bottom of my shaft and squeezed hard, she said “not yet”. When my feeling subsided, Dyanna grabbed my cock, inserted it into her cunt and rode me like a champ. Normally I have a hard time coming on bottom, but this lady was good. 5 minutes later I filled her cunt to rope after rope of.