The stories are about our fantasised meeting of one another. Written by her. Chapter 1 The sun was warm and the air filled with humidity. She was in a...colorful sundress and he a plain pair of jeans and dark t-shirt. Their meeting, the result of a lustful, online flirtation. Each had driven an equal amount to a meeting place halfway between their hometowns. Their excitement and anxiety grew as they neared the meeting place. They chose to meet at a hotel. He had reached the hotel before her and. “Oh, baby girl…” he stuttered, then realized he could not deny his own feelings. “Yes, Stacey. You are definitely turning me on.” Stacey laid back on her bed and squeezed her jutting breasts with her other hand, pinching the nipples to hardness. “Daddy, tell me… Tell me how hard I’m making you.”“Watching you touch yourself is making me so hard, sweetheart.” Mike shifted and reached down to adjust his hard-on in his pants. “Sweet baby, you’re so beautiful.”“Show me… show me how hard you are,. This will be easier.” I chuckled. She smiled and thanked me.Dropping her off and walking her to her door was hard. Very tough. I was not a super emotional person, but I knew I was ripping a hole in myself and tearing part of me out, leaving it here with her. Yes, I knew I’d be back, most probably in just a few weeks, but I was going to miss her, and miss her terribly. I took her into the kitchen where Gregor was sitting at the table and the girls were across from him mixing up batter for. Mene socha ki yahi he , magar wo utar ke seedha McD me chali gayi mene uski taraf dhyaan dena band kar diya or uske baad fhir se waiting chalu , 15 minute ke baad wahi bandi apna order le ke wapis aayi or apni car me beth gayi or start karke mere paas khadi kar di ,Mene dhyan nahi diya , usne apni car ka glass niche kiya or kaha vishu come in . me usse dekh ke hairaan hoo gaya , mene usse poocha ki aap kon he or mera naam kaise jaante he to usne kaha ki me wahi hun jiska tum wait kar rahe hoo ,.