I honestly read and re-read that message several times, my pussy clinching tightly each time and the moisture from it soaking my panties and clothing....After work I rushed home showered and dressed, tossed an assortment of toys into a bag and knocked on his door at exactly 7, all my senses on alert. We sat and talked, drinking and laughing like two old friends for several hours and we were both pretty relaxed when the toys were brought out. I opened the bag, not entirely sure of what I had. "Jim, I can remember how painful the whole experience was, even six or twelve months afterwards. You will get through it. The pain does fade, and you're left with beautiful memories."Ron made some suggestions. A few, I'd tried, but he gave me a few more – start a gratitude journal and diary; don't bottle it up – talk to others, almost the opposite of what I'd been doing; and help others. These were three of his suggestions I resonated with.Ron got us another couple of beers. We shifted seats so. I’ll bite my lip and act like this is my first time. I’ll rip your boxers off and stroke you until you’re hard. Then I’ll put you in my mouth and suck and lick you, until you’re groaning. While I’m sucking you, you’ll unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor, palming my tits. When you’re just about to cum, I’ll stop and you’ll push me down with a passion, ripping my panties off and pushing into me. I’ll cry out in ecstacy, and you’ll groan, feeling the tightness of my pussy. You’ll thrust in. Tonight was a little different then normal, I would usually go back to base for a few days and then spend the time and come back and see her on the weekend. However that was not going to happen this time, this time I was being sent to a different base and to a different province for a month. Well we have only been dating for a short while hell we havnt even known each other for much more then a few months but we both knew that we had something special, we had the feeling that this relationship.