Not many girls like being kissed when you are fucking them,” he said. “Why not?” I asked. “One girl said no to me when I tried. Then she told ...e only sluts kiss when they fuck.” “Then I must be a slut because I like it when a guy kisses me when we are doing it,” I told him. “Pam, you are not a slut in my eyes. You are somebody special, believe me.” “Thank you. I must get you to explain yourself after we finish this. For the time being, I want to continue to enjoy one of the best fucks I have. You will be back at the adult bookstore at 8pm sharp and you will get instructions at that time from Stacy."I shaved myself, went out to Target, and picked up some lacy, silky panties in what I hoped was my size. I found a bra and a black silky chemise. After leaving Target, I stopped at a gas station. I changed into the clothing in the bathroom and thankful, I was wearing baggy clothes. I drove to the bookstore arriving 15 minutes early. The place was fairly busy on a Saturday night with lots. My heart leapt when the door opened and in bounced Beth."Ooooh, sorry, Ben, I should have knocked shouldn't I? I hope you aren't embarrassed. You look nice naked." Oh, thanks, Beth, I guess there's no sense covering up, huh. You really look hot, what a beautiful body."She was standing there in this pale blue babydoll nightie and little panties looking like every guy's dream. Her boobs peeked through the sheer fabric and looked so inviting."Do you really think I'm pretty? I'm glad you like my. And I had convincedher and everyone else that I would be happy as a chain-smoking old lady.I forced myself to smile as Melina removed the cape from around my neckand led me to a drier.*****Mom took me to the apartment after we finished up at the salon. It was anice two bedroom flat. She told me the hospital was paying foraccommodations during my coma, and a a nice apartment was apparentlycheaper than a hotel. And according to my mother, paying for heraccommodations and my surgery was a lot.