The entire time, the geniecontinued to comply but seemed increasingly bored."She is physically impossible, you know?" the genie asked in a boredtone."...hat do you mean?" I asked."Her waist is too small. She could never stand up with boobs that big,"he replied."What if she wore a corset for support 24/7?" I asked."I could do that," the jin replied even more boring sounding.As the image became more and more of fantasy, my dick grew hard. Myblood rushed from my brain to my lower head. I stopped. After chatting over email and Skype for a few days, where we got to know each other and our sexual preferences, we finally video chatted over Skype to really see each other. The attraction remained and we kept looking for a chance to meet. We finally made plans to meet in L.A. I booked us a lovely ocean facing apartment for a week and before we could change our minds, haam dono aa pauche vaha. I had arrived a bit earlier and waited for her at the airport. This is really where things got. In my dreams I always kissed her tattoo for luck. She wouldn’t let me make love to her that night but she promised me the best sex ever on Sunday if I could wait that long. I told her that I could wait until our wedding night if she asked me too. I kissed her tattoo one last time and then I went home. I didn’t even jerk off I just feel into a deep sleep. In my dream Ariel and I were making love at the bottom of the ocean and it was so peaceful. We did everything in the ocean. We slept, ate, and. She told my attorney, Roger, to have me please call her. She wrote at least twenty letters and gave them to the kids or to Roger to give to me. At the beginning I really didn’t care what she had to say. When anyone handed me a letter from her, I ripped it up in front of them. I have not talked to Beverly since I walked out on her that night in the restaurant. I was at a loss, I told Roger to hold tight and I would get back with him. I had to give this some more thought. I think it was time to.