Sara is very petty and if I don’t bring some wine, she will get offended. I start telling Samer how I’ve met that lady and how she is the mother o... my ex boyfriend, but as soon as I mentioned the word boyfriend, he got an angry look.Samer: so you will be fucking him tonight?Me: no, it’s just dinner.Samer: you can’t go, end of story.Me: why not, I promised already and I don’t have their numbers to cancel the arrangement. Can’t be rude like that and not show up.Samer: because you have your. We met she was wearing black t-shirt top and black skirt till knee. My first date in my life.We spoke for few hours and she asked if I could stay with her tonight, though I dint have idea to have sex. I went there we were chatting all night around 3 am we slept .I was in couch and she was in her room. Morning she woke me up with coffee I said thanks and while having coffee she had tears in her eyes and she started saying her life story. No one would survive this.She said after long time she. We went to our usual spot down by the river, the view was beautiful and we parked here often because most people preferred to park on the top of the cliff, looking down on the town, yet out spot was more secluded, private and undisturbed. Trees covered the whole lake and people rarely cam down the water side this far because the route was difficult and the bridge was rotten and unsafe, here we could be alone. We came to this spot most weekends; we could sit in his car and talk for hours whilst. Without even asking for permission or waiting for my response, he lifted his free hand, gripped the back of my neck and started applying pressure with fingers to work the knots out. My immediate response was to pull away from his intimate grip but the massage also felt very nice and working almost like wonders. I rotated my neck, enjoying the relief of aching muscles.“It usually happens from the way, you hold your shoulders”, he said “so you have to work them shoulders as well”. I noticed, he.