He seemed to know how to get me to the edge of explosion without any direct stimulation of my special places. He could whisper in my ear, telling me a...ll the things he wanted to do to me, describing his fantasies about me in poetic, glorious detail and I would melt. He had the ability to lay his body on mine, I could feel his erection, engorged and rock hard grinding against me, and I could detect his unbridled passion, his intense desire to be inside me. His energy was strong and I would arch. It stopped really loudly, and then their door opened. And a woman appeared from behind the front door. Hi, you must be Lizzie, my names Maureen. Come on in. Maureen said. She looked like she was in her 50s. Her hair was really short and grayish. She had some wrinkles around her eyes but she looked pretty good for her age. Her blue eyes were still bright however and her skin was pale. She was skinny, kind of cute, and she had this wonderful smile at me as I entered their home. She was wearing a. Maybeyour date has more info I would love to hear." I had cried on my wayhome feeling sorry for myself and getting raped by some guy. I keptwiping off dry cum with a tissue and my saliva and made a mess with mylipstick, foundation and powder.I set my purse on the table and she rummaged through it. She laughed atthe contents especially the condom, panty liner and tampon. I proceededto pack up all my things then cleaned the bathroom and bedroom,vacuuming the bedroom floor and even washing the. My curiosity and loins are full of flames and has me following him back to his car where I am told to remove my panties. He takes them into his hand and fists them before bringing them to his nostrils inhaling them deeply to smell my betrayal. He asks me for my name and for my phone number but I tell him I can't give him my land line, “but we can text”, I say instead. I scribble my name down on a pad that he has in the car, my handwriting clear with the number laid out as evidence.We drive to.