“Sharifa! What are you doing here? Where’s the boy gone?” asked Nicola, struggling to cover herself.Sharifa, who was dressed in a see through ro...e and clearly naked underneath simply smiled and sat on the bed. “Well, I heard strange noises coming from your room and I wondered if you were alright,” she answered slyly, “In answer to your second question. The boy is gone. We were both satisfied and I decided I didn’t want him for the night.”“Well, I’m alright, thank you...”“Oh come on, Nicola.. Our first real date was sweet and romantic, without the pressures of sex. To be sure, I'd already fucked her a dozen times before, and knew the intimate details of every curve on her body. But this casual getting-to-know you dinner and conversation had me at ease. I had gone three months without Kaia, and truly missed the quiet romantic moments. But Marissa was so easy to talk to I felt myself falling right back into my old boyfriend habits with her. I wasn't aroused, but merely attracted to. Until he mentioned the summer holiday and then, the whole evening became a prelude to the sex they knew was inevitable, the mood of the evening changed at that point, recharging the sexual energy passing between them."Shall we walk for a little while?" He asked and offered his arm like an old fashion gentleman might have to a crinoline dressed lady."Sal..." He started, but then stopped."Spit it out Josh. What's on your mind?" When I first met you, I was knocked out by the way we fit together.. Of course, I nodded, and she asked me if Iwanted her to help me put them on or if I preferred to do so myself. Iwas still shy, so she gave me the panties turned her back on me and Ipulled them up my legs. Never had I worn such soft material and when Itold Mrs Thompson I was ready, I could not look at her as I knew therewas the biggest bump I'd ever had under those panties.Mrs Thompson naturally had to smooth the bump down and gently encouragedme by saying it would not show under the pettis.