Have you had sex, yet? I dont know, I… Either you have or havent, stupid, now answer the fucking question! she shouted. Have you had sex yet? Yes! I...yelped, then, No! I mean, I touched Stacys boobs, and came in my pants! If a person could die of embarrassment, Ive have been gone right then. Instead all I could do was cringe waiting for her next question. But all I heard was a snort. I glanced up, and saw why, she was trying not to laugh at me. I didnt know if that was good or bad, so I just. “Hello.” My already pounding heart quickens again and I order her to come upstairs. She follows the instruction and stands in front of me in my room. Even after a long day at work her beauty shines through – a combination of classic porcelain skin, vivid eyes, soft full lips and an innocence that always hides her appetite for life. I tell her not to speak but to undress. I know she has followed my instructions – the heels, stockings and black underwear only serve to make this beautiful woman. Being around her night and day gave me plenty of opportunities to observe her body developing quite delightfully. She managed unintentionally to attract my attention when I would see her sunbathing in her bikini in the back yard or dashing from the bathroom to her bedroom wrapped in a towel which was too small to do an adequate job of concealing her charms. Those instances of course caused a stirring in my groin and occasional erections. She evidently didn't notice my discomfort or at lease. Melissa knew they were not used to the rough treatment. Then again, the rough and tumble style was more for the audience entertainment and was not at all like the persona of the usually laid-back actors that furnished male participation for the viewers. She had conversed with several of them and found that they were just ordinary guys with problems of their own and just trying to make a fast buck like everyone else, including her.It was hard work taking such a pounding completely nude except.