" I'm not a chef. I learned some things about gourmet cooking as a youngster from my mother, while she taught me French. She thought it important that...I understood the Cajun dialect. Before Mother met Father, she studied art in Paris. While there, she took some cooking classes at the Cordon Blue. I work a little with our cook here. She's a little prone to fry everything, but she and her assistant are actually quite good." He gave me a thoughtful look. "What classes are you taking?" I have a. She said. "Please dance with me, I love this song." With my hard cock still deep in her pussy, we slow danced for the entire five minutes of the song. It was such a wonderful and sexy dance, we danced through several more slow songs with my cock as hard and deep in her pussy as possible. I was amazed at how wonderful her pussy felt as it surrounded and massaged my cock. I was as hard and excited as I had ever been while fucking. The pleasure was divine. Normally I would be seconds away from. He then start to tease my ass with his cock, rubbing it up and down and finally he found the rosebud of my ass, he put it in gently with the head of his cock and I start to feel the pain. He can tell that I was in pain so he start kissing my back and he managed to put all of it in my not so virgin ass anymore. He stop inside of me and here I am holding my breath, clenching my ass and I signaled him to stop by pushing his hips but instead he whispered to me that the pain would go away. I don’t. I'm a guy, what can I say?"Where's my room?" Right here, next to mine." Alright, I'll take it." Oh, really? Wow, thanks so much. I've been looking for a whole week now."To celebrate I invited her to dinner which she happily agreed to. We got along great. Her name is Rachel and she's from San Francisco, so a fellow Californian. She's studying biology and wants to become a nurse, which I found to be really cool. We also share the same interest in music and television shows, and she even plays.