Thanks for the recommendation.Me: I have long dark hair, blue eyes, fairly sexy looking and a very sexually active mind. Fantasize about be restrained... exposed, used by strangers, having my breasts tortured, my lips and mouth cum in by awful nasty disgusting men over and over. (pretty awful huh?)And basically I don't know what to say to you. What? Do you want to use me? is that what I should say? I hate this feeling: it's making me feel like a complete fool.========/Hi there, I suppose making. “Relax. She was excited yesterday. She’ll come. Maybe her family has a later dinner than us. It’s only seven o’clock.”“Yeah you’re right. But I really hope she comes soon.”“Well then, you’re in luck. There she is down by the driveway.”Tony waved his arms in the air and Maria waved back. I saw that she had taken my advice about the tight sweater and plaid skirt. With all her masses of straight hair black as a raven hanging down around her shoulders she was a picture. As she came running over I. I approached the cabin cautiously and slowly making my way to the front porch. As I got there I noticed the front door was standing open so I called out "Hello in the house!" There was no reply from inside so I walked up the five or six steps and across the porch to the door. I sat my rifle down and knocked loudly on the door jam. Still no reply. I looked inside and saw no one. I yelled through the door "HELLO!?!" still nothing. I was getting paranoid by now hoping that some redneck may take a. It’s my own fault, I should have said something, should have told them what was significant about the day, but I couldn’t. Even with the newly found openness and burgeoning trust I was building with Vanessa, I still couldn’t tell her.I’ve no idea why.If I had told her, I’m sure that she and Imogen would have delayed the trip back to see Imogen’s parents until the following weekend. Mark was still around, but it wasn’t the same. He was so busy pretending that he wasn’t missing Imogen that he was.