She was a bit strange--she was pretty, but she always looked just slightly angry. Actually, she wasn't, but she looked that way, and it put the young ...en off. She didn't smile much, but she was smart and she was good to talk to, when I could get her to talk. More to the point, she talked her parents into paying for a trip to Europe with no trouble at all. So there we were--two well-educated virgins ready to see the sights. The sights I wished to see were not the ones my father had in mind.I had. We took the elevator down to the basement. That in itself wasn’t a surprise; a part of the basement was used as storage for large props so I was often asked to bring things up for meetings and demonstrations and return them afterwards. However this time Claire led me to a door I’d never been through before. She took out a key, unlocked the door and beckoned me inside, then she locked the door behind us.We were in what seemed like a storeroom full of janitorial supplies, but there was a desk. I ghostly figure approached in the dim morning light from the narrow dormer window. It seemed to float across the floor in a billow of white and black. My feeble brain finally figured out that it was a woman in a voluminous night dress, her long dark hair hanging loosely down her back with a few tendrils caressing her breasts. I pulled a corner of the quilt over my tumescent member."Who are you?" she asked quietly, looking down at me and ignoring the big pistol pointed at her middle."Cap'n. We did it on his chair and mom, he really rang my bell.’ ‘Omigod darling, that’s the dream the majority of woman have but only a lucky handful every achieve it. I’ve never told you this before but my father-in-law rang my bell on the night of my 30th birthday.’ Chester waited patiently until Jennifer switched off her phone. He then pulled out with a revolting plop. ‘Omigod,’ she giggled. ‘May I now bend over the desk and you fuck me liked you attended to mom?’ ‘Okay,’ said Chester, as always.