Not my first kiss, but it might as well have been. He swept me up in strong arms and kissed me back, slowly sliding his tongue between my lips. I had ...EVER frenched before, but it was so electrifying that I couldn’t help but suck his tongue into my own mouth. I even let my teeth drag across it as he pulled it out. He pulled back and asked “where can we go darling?” And then he leaned in and kissed my neck. “Uh, oh yes, uh damn boy. Um, we can go—— um...” by now his hands were exploring under my. " Ah, that's where I come in. I have had a little experience with this sort of thing," he chuckled. "I'll help get your foundation established, make some connections for you, help get you some good people on your board. From there you're on your own." I... I don't know what to say." How about saying, Aaron, I'm famished, let's eat!" I'd love to have dinner with you, Aaron," she said, still stunned and warmed by the generous warm heart of this man who just two weeks ago she had been prepared to. ‘Better?’ he asks. ‘Yes,’ I say. ‘Gently,’ I say. He’s pushing ever so gently now. ‘Five inches to go,’ he’s counting down, ‘four. three.’ If I would have words for the sensation. Perhaps we need so much sex because we can’t really describe it. ‘Two,’ he continues, ‘one, done.’ I groan in reply. ‘I’m in the tunnel of pleasure,’ he waxes, and there’s’ a brilliant light at the end of it.’ I’m still hurting, but something in me wants him to stay. ‘Gently,’ I say again. He’s going in. I glance to the sink ... Then to my hands. I feel like I want to remember something ... Even though I have no clue what it is that I want to remember.“I’m not sure, maybe clumsy feet?” I sort of laugh off.I notice they’re beginning to look closely at me. Unsure why, but it’s making me uncomfortable. I smile briefly, trying to look sincere.“Again ... Thank you for the help, but I must be going now. “ I give a short wave as I press the hem of my skirt to my thigh and head to the door.Once opening.