As the hours, and then days went by, we found that we had much in common. Food, books, movies, whitewater-rafting, was there anything that we didn’t...click on? We kept remarking on the intensity of the connection that we were beginning to form. Should we let this go any farther? I couldn’t resist him. We began exchanging phone calls, me at home, he at work. We shared our emotions freely, no longer afraid of that invisible wall that computers represent. Then we began to talk of meeting. The. This was the biggest surprise for me.I was waiting for her the next morning and she came, my dick went out of control after seeing her, she entered the house and was wearing a saree, although I wanted to jump on her the moment she entered but I controlled my self and told her to start cleaning the utensils first. She went in to the kitchen and I went in my room and had my cup of tea and came in the kitchen to keep the cup. I was standing behind her, I kept the cup and caught her from her. Finally, I glued some dark red false fingernails to each hand, and the look was complete. If Babs didn't arrive soon, I was going to have such a glorious wank!10.30 arrived and the doorbell chimed. My heart raced. I checked myself once more in the hallway mirror and approached the big looming outline of the figure on the door's glass panels. I opened the door and saw a well dressed gent in a very nice suit carrying a small overnight case, with a very kindly face. 'Hello, handsome,' I piped,. I notice the time; it’s late, close to 3:00 in the morning. I can’t help it, I need him. He is sleeping on his back, wearing nothing, as he always does. He looks so peaceful; it’s a shame I’m about to wake him, but I can’t deny this need. I let my hand slide down towards his cock, feeling it in my hand. I know how much power he holds when he is hard and fucking me. This makes the pain deep inside me hurt worse. I stroke him, feeling him grow quickly hard for me. He doesn't wake, surprisingly..