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Predator

Predator 'Shall we cam then, the three of us?', you asked. You should NOT have asked, my love. You woke me up. That very moment. When I approached you for the first time, I introduced the Mrs. and myself to you. I briefly revealed the true reason why I rang your front door bell. Your profile tells the community you're 30 years of age. The firm words you use to scare off the majority of juvenile breeding-stallions caught my eye, yes. A touch of warped humour interlards your profile text. Too...and very true. In addition, you tried to create the illusion that you fancy the female gender. And, finally, your near perfect use of the English language combined with your sinful erotic phantasies almost tackled me from behind. You nearly sucked me into your trap, the prison you so carefully prepared for me... But I found out about you, just in time... young lady! I was fooled and blinded by your intelligence, your charm, almost fell for your seducing qualities! But, yet again, you should not have asked my wife and me to show ourselves to you via cam. It triggered me. As I started reading between the lines, I suspected more and more that it is not boys you are interested in, not girls either and couples were only a diversion! No, my dear, you really are a sexual predator. With a strange, mental twist: you are intrigued by married, older males! You are born with this sexual abnormality. Why, I ask myself though. But I will find out, this time I will take the lead. And you, my love, ...

... will not know... We agreed to meet each other first, on neutral terrain. A fast food restaurant as where the both of us would feel comfortable. When I entered the front door, my eyes immediately moved from left to right, with military laser precision. It took less than a second, before I recognized your penetrating, bewitching brown eyes from the images you left on your personal page. You looked back at me, slightly moved up the upper left corner of your voloptuous mouth. But, I went on. Did not move a muscle in my face. Ordered a small meal. As you did not know how I looke like, it was easy to maintain this facade. I walked by your table, sitting down at an empty table just out of sight. Yes, I noticed you were dissapointed, my dear. It proved I was in control now... I looked at you from behind, observing your restless behaviour. After a minute or 2, I stood up and walked towards you. I put my warm hand gently on your shoulder and asked with a soft voice: 'May I join you?'. You did not answer, but invited me by producing a sweet, white smile. We actually met! For at least 30 seconds, we just sat there, opposite to each other, not producing any sound... just trying to visually enter each other's brain. 'So, we finally meet!', she whispered with a very mature voice. I knodded gently, smiled. The young lady obviously was rather excited, radiant with joy. During the 20 minutes that we needed to consume our meals, we talked about our previous online contacts, our chats in which we ...