Slowly sheextricated herself from me. She pushed me onto my heels and stood uppulling her skirt down."Follow me Davina, time to see if you measure up ...ith you householdskills."I got to my feet and followed her through the door and back to thebathroom. I was hypnotised by the sway of her tightly clad bottom,noticing off hand that she was again donning the white satin gloves. Iwas reasonably confident with my work so you can imagine my shock anddismay when as soon as we entered the bathroom she. The triangular bumps opened up the crotch of my leggings and then opened my lips, and the tips of each bump rubbed hard against my clit. The feeling was exquisite; she grinned and kept flexing her leg; every time a new bump tripped against my clit it made me shudder. She said it was really important who took my lesbian virginity; you couldn’t be fucked by any old slut. When I asked how I should choose, she just said I should kiss the chosen one right on the mouth. My tongue slid into her hot. Just let me do all the talking. When he talks to you I'll answer."I looked over across the street and I saw a sharply dressed man in a bluesuit and the only adjective I could think of to immediately describe himwas hard. He had a vague air of respectability about him that anyonecould tell was just a thin veneer tightly held over an underlying coiledspring of steel. He wasn't the man you would want to offend or get caughtlooking too closely at his wife. He emanated a certain threat which I. Look at you. You're ripe for the plucking.”“I...I...I want to be a...a virgin when I'm...married.”“So you'll marry me?” he asked.My heart tensed. “You'll...let me wait until our wedding night if I do?”His hand withdrew. “You're parents will be happy. I love you.”I nodded my head, my body shuddering as he stepped back.“Guess I'll swing by Lydia. She'll be happy to take care of things.” He patted his cock. Lydia was a slutty farmgirl that spread her legs for any boy.“Fine,” I swallowed. “I...I'm.