Jones's leg held her pinned to the door. Tears were blurring her vision. Rosie had never had sex before - not real sex, not the kind where something...actually went inside of her - and she knew that the first time was supposed to hurt. She had never wanted it to be like this - he was old enough to be her father!"Mr. Jones," she started again, weakly, her voice shaking, "Please, don't - I'll do anything - oh!"He had plunged two of his fingers into her without warning. They were long and rough. " Can I sit close to you? I like you." and it wasn't a question, was it? Quiet now for the first time all evening, as close to me as she could get, I began, in my slow way, to sense that SOMETHING MIGHT BE UP!!!! I am far from the most astute reader of women's unspoken messages, but Katie's message that she wanted to kiss was overwhelmingly clear. I expected a rather chaste your brother-is-in-the -front-seat sort of Christian girl kiss. Still, Katie, oh Katie, bless your heart forever, you sexy. .. sensual ... sexual woman!He wanted to touch her.He needed to feel her soft skin.He stepped closer to her, and her lips parted in anticipation, as she squared her shoulders, thrusting out her breast, almost in challenge to him.Her feet shifted, to open her legs ... just a little, but everything she did was an invitation to him...Here! She seemed to be saying, look ... see ... touch ... feel...He was no saint, he was no god, he was only a man ... and it was an invitation that he could not. There was no doubt about it; here was a great photographer in the making.When we didn't have work to do, we balled. She'd strip the moment she reached my apartment, and we'd spend the day nude, teasing each other with our bodies. She'd love to keep me on the edge of an orgasm for an hour, and then jerk me off and laugh as I spurted my jism onto her tits and then licked it off. In a half an hour, I'd be hard again, and we'd spend at least a half an hour with me inside her, in a leisurely fuck in.