Since dad was desperate for the scoop, I knew the questions were better asked by me and I asked Celia if Nick's drunkenness was a problem.She leaned o...er and whispered, "Absolutely, he couldn't get it UP! Y'know, I'd swear he still carries a torch for dear old mummy, here!" Some drunks can't perform at all," I dryly observed, then I probed with, "Then why didn't you just bring him on back here, last night."Celia shot me a surprised look and said, "I thought I was doing you a favor. I could see. Did he CUM!!! like an express train emerging from a tunnel his hot juices slammed into me, almost bursting through my body... and I convulsed in an orgasm so strong I almost passed out. All through it I could hear his whimpering cry and feel his hot cum jetting into me as he rammed his cock time and time again to the hilt in my shuddering body. "Yes, Kiran, Yes, oh god you are so hot, so sexy. " He cried as he emptied his seed into me over and over again, filling me to overflowing, and I could. I didn't hear from her for months. It was the longest time she'd been away since I first noticed her posts.Then out of the blue, she sent me a message one day. I knew right away she was serious. She'd decided the fantasy wasn't enough and she wanted the real thing.Actually making plans was still a chore. She suggested we get a hotel room and I was fine with that, but I told her she needed to arrive dressed. The idea of that made her nervous. She wasn't ready to dress in public.So then I gave. You follow her lead and pick some food as well. You both start eating in awkward silence. After a few bites you break the silence. “This is delicious, you’re a great cook, Danielle,” you compliment her. “Thank you.” You continue eating. You look at Danielle and for the first time you notice that she’s a bit nervous. “What’s wrong?” you ask. “Nothing,” she replies. “Come on, I can tell something is wrong. Is it about what happened earlier?” “No, it’s not that…” “You know you can tell me.