Donna brought me to another movie.

Donna and I spent the weekend together again, which has been every weekend since the first of June. Friday I had to refill my transdermal nicotine patches. We did laundry and went shopping for her apartment. Saturday and Sunday she slept late. After having missed her church service, which is a study of the book of Mark and which is acceptable in that I am an agnostic love poet or studier of aesthetics, she took me to another movie. We went to see a comedy in a theater she seems to like that occasionally adds silent film to its program. Although she's reluctant to see a silent in that she hasn't seen that many of them and although she said she could see Jaws, which was playing with its sequel and was one of the first films to utilize The Steadycam, we went to a comedy that began with a topshot and reiterated the shot toward the end of the film with a combination topshot pullback shot.

Donna brought me to another movie.

Donna brought me to another movie. She's staring over my shoulder so I can tell her that she's beautiful. I think she's exceptionally pretty. So let her stare over my shoulder as I type.

By the way, thank you for asking me out so often and the coffee, while we're doing laundry together you can stare over my shoulder as I type. By the way, don't keep giggling, but I want you in bed- you have the nicest body.

Tommorow afternoon ok? My Treat.

Venite-Donna took me to dinner and brunch again, Prayed in the chruch of Oliver Wendell Holmes

Donna prayed at the chancel of King's Chapel.
It was the church of the poet Oliver Wendell Holmes. I had never heard of the poetess Sara Apthorp who also attended church services there. Apparently the church was built in 1754 and the pulpit dates back to 1717.

Last night she took me to dinner again, cheeseburger, fries, coffee. This afternoon she brought me for a french toast bagel and coffee and then thought that she would bring me to another movie, but took me to dinner again instead-cheeseburgers, fries and coffee.
She again said that she may have orgasmed- it was the longest oral foreplay session thought possible or ever experienced.

Donna bought me dinner, said she my have orgasmed

Last night Donna brought me to dinner again, cheeseburgers, coffee and french fries. That's the third time in about week that she has. She evidently likes their mocha.
Last night she said that she may have orgasmed. She watches a movie every night "to relax" and we had seen it earlier this month, so I began kissing her ankles and continued in an upward direction. I got a little wild while kissing her tighs, alternating between kissing her thighs and pubic hair, and when I paused she said "Wow". After we finished she said that she was very lubricated and was wet, her thinking that she may have orgasm. I gave her a back massage, kissing her shoulders again. I haven't fully transposed our affair into a fictional account yet.