And we decided to have our session at Friday night so that we will get to know each other and have a long session of massage where I will free her fro... every bondage and she will be liberated..As scheduled we met at same place and checked in. I bought all the necessary things for massage. When I saw her ready when we met she was looking like a golden angle. I welcomed her with a hug. And told her to go in bathroom and have minimum cloths on her body.. She agreed. She came after 5 mins… ohhh. My dick was actually sore from jacking-off, it was so bad. Hannah was on my mind every minute. The sex we'd had, well, yes it was sex, was consuming me; I was just hoping we would have another chance to be together soon, just the two of us.There was one afternoon when we were both in the kitchen at the same time and we had a minute or two to kiss. After, as she was leaving the room, she whispered, "Write me a note, Cody," and kissed me softly on the lips.So, I did, I sat down and wrote her how. He compiled a list in his head of the worst things that could have happened since that amazing evening.Had her parents found out? Had she confessed to a school chum about their secret emails? It would have been understandable, he himself wanted to tell someone of the joy he was feeling just to prove to himself it was true. Perhaps jealous of the mature nature of their conversations, both generally and more obviously sexually, had the friend threatened to blow the whistle on them? May be it. But to my utter surprise there is a girl in there, just buttoning up her jacket. I know her from the street, she lives in the neighbourhood and I know her father. She always looked pretty mature to me, and extremely sexy. Actually, she is absolutely perfect to have a major role in my vivid erotic fantasies! As she sees me her eyes widen with fear. She stutters: »I'm sorry, but we have no other place to meet! Please don't tell my dad!« I nod in understanding. »Who was that guy - do you love.