I am a little over 6’0” and play number eight rugby so I was in shape. I could easily support her. At the top of the stairs she paused, but as soo... she continued walking she almost fell again. I chuckled and made a comment about her having consumed a skin full, getting a stupid kind of nod and giggle.“Do you want any help to bed Mrs Marmont?” I asked, instantly knowing it was not only silly, but a bit presumptuous. Booth agreed with a little naughty cackle, waving towards a door, telling me. When she found her clit that by now had to hard as a diamond she almost jumped from the chair as it felt like an electric shock she later described. She worked her clit with the vibrator in a small circular motion and her body was shaking and shivering uncontrollably. She started bucking her hips and wither other had grabbed her left breast and squeezed it. By now I was ready to blow and had unzipped my jeans and wriggled out of them and my underwear kicking them aside naked from the waist down. When the doors opened he practically carried me inside, backing me into the corner before he hit the button for his floor. His eyes seemed to glow as he pulled me against the length of him, much to my surprise we fit perfectly together, like it was meant to be. He leaned down, I felt his lips brush against my cheek before he inhaled my scent. And his hands, my god, his hands, I don’t think I ever wanted to go without having them on me. Even through the fabric of my jacket and skirt I could feel. My mom was so weird.My face is the kicker though, it isn't a boy's face, it's a girl's face. Puffy pouting lips, high cheeks and bright blue eyes beneath my blonde hair. Mom keeps it long and wavy, although it would be straight otherwise, golden yellow and silky. It goes with the rest of me and if I didn't have a penis and balls, I'd have been pretty happy. Pretty fuckable as the boys liked to say. As it was I was still fuckable, except I couldn't get a date and I hadn't let anyone fuck me yet..