Much like his Man of La Mancha, he believed in love at first sight, in fate, and in kismet. He believed, in some respects, that he was a pawn in the p...lan of the Almighty God and that part of that master plan, one day, was the appearance of this true love and it was solely up to him to recognize her when that opportunity presented itself to him. He knew that there was one special someone out there, somewhere, waiting for him to find her. He was willing to wait to open the book of his love story. After reading his profile at least a dozen times, my friend encouraged me to respond. After all, what harm was in chatting? I had been separated from my husband for more than two months, however still wasn’t planning to date anyone for at least a year. I really wanted my divorce to be final and to be completely free. Although with kids one is never entirely free. I had planned to spend that year reevaluating my life and reconnecting with the kids. I was a free woman and surely I did not need a. I rested a guiding hand gently on the back of her thighs and, as she lifted her legs up and back, slid it smoothly up towards the meeting of her legs, under the edge of her shorts and on to a mound edged by the smallest patch of trimmed hair. I extended a finger and inserted it between the folds of damp flesh, feeling for her clit. She flexed her thigh muscles and clench her vagina tightening momentarily on my probing finger. Her head was right back, eyes closed, a smile on her face as I added. Usually the heart broken type.. he said as we slowly reached a stop at the gate of my house. Well this is it I said turning to look at him he smiled at me,which made me feel warm inside T-Thank you for walking me home I said. Its no problem.. H-Hey uhm mind if I take your number down, so I could you know give you a call sometime to check up on you? He said making me feel weak again, he extended his phone towards me uh sure I said putting my number in his phone there you go I said thanks, and it.