I remembered how pleasant was the moments when I was his girl.At that moment I opened some dating sites and started to find a proper candidate.After a...few days of searching, I started discussion with a man from UK who was traveling to my country.We arranged to meet at his rented apartment.I need to be honest that I was afraid again. It's been a while since I was not a daddy girl anymore so the feeling was like the first time.I even wanted to quit but I realized that I knocked at the door and. . at least, not guys any girl would be caught dead with. Of course, by then I had blown off Junior Prom. It wasn’t MY prom, after all -- I was a senior. Andrea sent out diplomatic feelers through her friends that she would accept my invitation. I was accosted by some of the Clique, imploring me to PLEASE let by-gones be by- gones and invite Andrea. I was having nothing to do with it. So, Andrea had to go to HER prom stag ... or doe, or whatever it is they call it when a girl goes dateless.”“Or,. Claudia sat close to Dan holding his hand and beaming her pleasure for him.“What do you do for a living?” Doug asked.“I write murder mystery novels.”“A writer, what the heck kind of job is that?” John joked.“I get to make my own hours and work from home, can’t beat that.” He thought it wasn’t the time or place to mention his seven-figure bank account.“I’d like to buy everyone a drink,” Dan offered. He took the orders and headed to the bar.“Well he can’t be all bad if he’s buying the drinks,”. I rang the doorbell and almost instantly Ray opened it. He was dressed casually in jeans and a button up shirt, and he welcomed me in very politely. I stepped in nervously, surveying his house. Very mainstream furnishings, clean, a small home gym in a corner of the living room. He offered me a drink and went to get a water while I stepped into the bathroom and took off my street clothes, revealing the slut underneath.I was happy with my look, particularly how I looked with my rock hard cock! I.