So what’s the realstory?”“Ummm, just what I said. I want to see what it would belike… Andrea doesn’t know what kinds of ...hings I like,does she? But I’ll bet you do. I’ll bet you like themtoo.” She stroked herself, teasingly. “I’ll bet. Thinkyou can handle me?”“Yes,” I said, not quite sure yet.We kissed. She moved her hand over my crotch, feeling myraging erection. Slowly she unzipped the fly, and kissedthe head of my. I share the room with Deborah, and I do not think we are at the point of elopement, yet. If Father remains stubborn, I shall get in this carriage some evening and ask you to take me away.”When she got home, though, Mother told her to find some clothes which looked better than the ones which had been ruined in the street puddle. She was, after all, having supper with the aristocracy. Father was not in a good mood at tea, and while she moderated her appetite, she decided that it was not wise to. ’ He opened up her legs again and his comment made her comfortable enough that she let him do it. ‘Let me show you how beautiful you are to me Jamie.’ He positioned his thick cock at the opening of her pussy, and slowly glided it in with his hand. As the first inch of his hard member entered her, she moaned. She thought she would come immediately but she fought to hold back. ‘I would spread open their pussy lips and ram my hard cock deep inside them like this Jamie.’ But he wasn’t ramming his. "Betty, I'm Arnie Carlson. The host did not tell me I'd be dining with a lovely lady."We took our seats."The host didn't tell me the man I'd be sitting with would be hitting on me before I got seated." I delivered my barb with a smile.He grinned. "I've just set a new record for rejection," he said."Perhaps," I replied, "You may buy me a glass of white wine and maybe I'll listen to the rest of your pick up routine." I flashed more warm smile.The banter moved on. He bought a bottle of wine and we.