As a trained professional, she was far too elegant to take one leg and carelessly flop it over the other. Instead, with her head up and her perky brea...ts pointed straight out, she’d gracefully sit down, sweep her hands under her skirt, then with full extension, flick out one leg, flexing the tip of her shoe, as she leisurely elevated her long, silky stem, the lush contours visible though the pantyhose, as she d****d it ever so gently across her lower thigh, all this in one rousingly fluid. No, I was as pure as the driven snow and not responsible at all. It really helped me the night that the two black football players decided to show me a good time in the women's showers after hours. If I had stayed in my own little world of being innocent Samantha, it would probably have been a real rape with me as the suffering victim. However, all I did was pretend it was really Miranda and I knew she would be happy to be the cream filling in a delightful Oreo sandwich. I saw this as an. He provides me with a lot of money. But what’s the use when he has already left.” She answered. “It must have been very difficult to spend life alone. I know Rohan (her son) is there. But one needs someone more than that to live.” I said. “Why don’t you go for dating?” I added. She looked at me with a smile and said, “Who will date me?” “Why? You have all the attributes to become a perfect date for anyone.” “So will you be my first date?”. Her bottom felt like it was on fire, but the stinging pain gradually faded and warmth radiated through her. She bit her lip again, realizing that she was more aroused than before. She wondered if Liam could tell the effect he was having on her, and her face flamed. Just when she thought she couldn’t bear to remain still any longer, two broad fingers delved deep into her softness without warning, boldly invading her with angry, possessive strokes. Liam had never made love to her from this.