She had so I asked if the rickshaw drivers had been bothering her or if she had met anybody special. Blushing, she looked away and did not say anythin..., just continued nibbling her slice of pizza. I opened the wine poured myself a glass and then poured another for her. Moving across to the same chair, I asked if she had ever drunk a ‘good’ wine, to which she again blushed and said nothing.“Drink”, I said “red wine is good for the libido”She looked at me confused; obviously she did not know what. "Jamie, that was amazing!!" She panted, trying to catch her breath. I removed my fingers and sat back on the sofa but it wasn't long till she had made her next move. Sarah crawled down off the sofa and got herself between my legs. Fumbling with my pants, she pulled them down enough to release my hard member. Instantly she took it in her hand and stared at it. "Oh wow, you have such an impressive cock" she said as she examined it from all angles. "Much bigger than Tim's" and with that she took. So I said “you are staying”? “Do you want to call your husband and see what he thinks”? She said “if we can keep this just between us I can think of something to tell my husband tomorrow, I do need your discretion though”. I replied “what goes on in this room, stays in this room, deal”? She stuck out her hand and we shook on it. I asked “what about dinner, we may be able to walk over to Dennys, or we can dine in, I have some leftover dinners in the refrigerator I could microwave, and I do have. “No. Um? Granger. You know, like Hermione.” “I’m pulling your leg, Rick,” I smiled at him. “Oh!” he smiled back. “Yeah, good one Jean.” He tried out my name for the first time, pausing as if tasting it, seeing if he liked the feel of it on his tongue. It seemed that he did because he smiled again, wider this time. “I read them too,” he said. “They’re good.” Who said the art of conversation is lost? The exquisite torture of our first exchange – if that’s what you can call it – was mercifully.