I had sent her a body shot, at one point, with no face showing, but my cock fully erect, after one of our chat sessions. As I watch the floors light u...p in the elevator, I ponder how the reality of our full physical selves will interplay with the imaginary selves we have been tantalizing each other with these past few months?After settling into my suite, I check the website to see if there is a message from her. She hasn’t given me her phone number or address, so, in the back of my mind, I. It was a 4 bedroom 2 bath ranch house with a full basement. He had built another 4 bedrooms and 2 baths downstairs. He had up to 8 other subs. They all had cut deals The two cooks needed room and board that year in college. Some were out of area workers, working a local job for a few months. They did laundry. Took care of me and my friend. Bought groceries and other shopping. Did the yard. One guy was an accountant that did all the bills and finances. I didn't have to do anything. I didn't do. At least now we can get on with our own lives.”“Yes,” she agreed, “but still, it bothers me. Maybe I’m just scared, I’ve never been on my own before, you have, but I haven’t.”“You’ll make out alright, you’re not a helpless woman, you’ve got a brain, you’ll be OK.”She smiled at him, took a sip of her champagne, then stood up on her toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. It was a non-sexual, friendly kiss, the type you get at Christmas under a sprig of mistletoe.“You’re too good,” she said, “I. I could tell she was getting close. A long moan escaped her lips. “Ohhhhhhhh…oh baby don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close, I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna…ah…ahhh…AAAAuuuuuuuuhhh!” Her hips pushed against my mouth as she came, her cry of pleasure swept away by the sound of the crashing surf, and I continued licking at her clit, feeling her pussy pulse around my fingers, until she abruptly pushed me away, laughing, saying, “Ok, ok…that’s enough! Too sensitive! Aaah!” She lay there.