We fantasized about it for years, telling each other stories we’d made up while having sex. She even once visited an old boyfriend she’d almost fu...cked in college – I was certain they were going to do it and I’d told her that she should, but they were both too chicken to be the one who made the first move, so it never happened.She’s a writer, so when the national writers' convention was in our city, she went. Conventions are notorious pick-up spots – everyone’s away from home and the rings come. Play my cards right I'll be good.Let me paint this picture: our daily routine, she wakes up early cooks breakfast for herself and me and wakes me, kisses me and leaves to take care of her gramps every morning.in the afternoon somehow she finds time to cook at home and leave and be home by dinner to join me and we talk about our day maybe watch a movie together and she heads to bed. NO ACTION THUS FAR.Valentines day is nearing, happens to be her birthday. I know I gotta wow her be romantic. I am. "Well, Mark sort of takes me under his wing, and in return I agree to be his personal assistant on a book tour for his latest novel. He's living this kind of rock star life, and I - I'm just this innocent kid from the Midwest. I kind of get swept up in all that, and try to keep my bearings." "That sounds great, and I think we've got a clip. Is that right?" Craig asked. One of the producers at the edge of the stage shot him a thumbs up. "Okay, we've got a clip. Maybe you can set it up for us." . ...I promised to buy her a suprise for when we met at the motel. It was a rainy gray day, and I was looking for something to change the mood that made the atmosphere seem more "blah" than usual..... I stopped by an adult X-rated store and bought something called a "butterfly". We met and she opened her gift. She was very beautiful and was full of energy and ready for an adventure and experiment.......We both were excited about how it strapped on and seemed to cling to her clit area so.