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I then showered and got dressed. I looked at my watch: it was 6:00 PM and still she wasn't there. I left my room, making sure I took the key-card with me. I walked to a Denny's just across from the Motel 6 and ate dinner, hoping that Mindy would not be delayed by any of the convention's activities. How I was able to eat and not rush through the meal I don't know. By the time online teen chat had left my table (leaving a $10 tip) and paid for supper it was 7:30. I walked carefully across the street -- it would have been stupid to rush across anyway -- and went back to my room. I turned on the TV but didn't watch it; I just wanted some noise to break up the silence. I stared mindlessly femdom chat the Simpsons while I sat on the edge of one of the two beds in the room.
Finally, at 8 PM I heard the clicking of the door lock, and in walked Mindy. She looked tired but eager to see me.
"Hi, honey," she said. "I missed you all day."
"I missed you, too," I said.
Mindy smiled warmly as she placed her purse on the other bed, then she sat on the edge of my bed. She removed her glasses and leaned in for a deep kiss. I felt her lips parting to invite me to French-kiss her. This I did, gently probing her mouth with my tongue. As our tongues danced and parried, I stroked her long brown hair with one hand while I caressed her hand with the other.
"Mmmm," she said as we came up for air. "I have never been kissed like this before."
"Never?"
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