At the same time, her legs were closed, her arms at her sides, and her face turned away from the house. She looked innocent ... in a worldly sort of w...y. Have you ever looked at a model in a girly magazine and imagined she’s a virgin, and just revealing her body to earn enough to work her way through medical school?Yeah. Me neither. Well, actually, I tried that one time, but I just couldn’t make it work. She couldn’t be a virgin. Not with that look on her face. Not if she was that willing to. All the pain that I felt had completely disappeared, and I seriously felt like I was on a cloud. We continued this for twenty or so minutes, before Grey looked into my eyes. “I’m going to cum.” He said simply. “Please cum in me,” I replied back to him with sharpness and need in my voice. “Baby, that was the plan.” He thrust in and out of me for a few more moments, before thrusting deep and I felt hot cum shoot into me. I wrapped my legs, which had been spread with my feet flat on the bed,. He wasn’t sure whether she meant it or not but wasn’t going to argue about it. His hand inched upward, slowly, toward that mysterious patch that had drawn his attention from almost the first moment he saw her standing on that Venice street corner. His finger slipped in as she shifted her leg a bit and she moaned again. My God, he thought, how wet was she? His fingers ministered to her needs and soon she was vibrating against him. ‘I see that you’re awake down there.’ A move… ‘Thank God,’ she. His hands were fondling high up under my skirt, reaching for my bottom along the smooth nylon of my pantyhose. His fingers found the band of my pantyhose and began tugging them down."You'll never get them off. Let me use the bathroom first." I whispered hoarsely.I went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, an adolescent habit to hide the sound of tinkling. Been doing that since high school, too, I thought ruefully.I stripped off my pantyhose and paused to think about the panties. I left.