She never did such a foolish thing because it would end his virginal status and rob her of her life-blood of virginal purity right at her fingertips.T...en came the night in the girl's parent's home when she purposely disconnected the light fuse and they were inside the door with the long hallway as black as the inside of a deserted barn. Poor Donald fumbled for the useless light switch and his girlfriend too the opportunity to grab hold of his cock ending his search before he actually began. It. Vanessa giggled as she accepted the flowers and disappeared to place them in water. I added the wine to my stock and then uncorked the chilled Chardonnay I'd selected to accompany the meal.Donald glanced around as he walked along the hall towards the lounge, undoubtedly assessing the décor. He stopped to admire a couple of abstract prints that hung either side of the fireplace."They're limited editions," I informed him, "local artists." I like them," he commended.Vanessa fussed with the final. He did and even gave me a computer picture of me after he would fix me," Shirley said. "Want to see them?" I see," I said thinking that she had already made up her mind. "Let me see the pictures."Shirley went to the desk there in the kitchen and brought to the table a large brown envelope that had been leaning on papers next to the phone and kitchen. She showed me two different pictures of a frontal view, one with pretty big tits and one with really big tits. Both were obviously Shirley as she. My breasts pushed flat against the cold wood, his hand around the back of my neck, holding me firmly in place. My nipples pebbled with excitement, pressing against the wood almost painfully, it just turned me on more. He moved closer to me, the heat of his body enveloping me, his scent intoxicating me. “Hello.” His voice was low and gruff, his breath tickled the delicate flesh behind my ear. “Hi.” Mine was breathy. He lifted his hand from my neck and twined his fingers into my hair, he twisted.