Her bedding was white with pink butterflies. The bed frame itself was white. The rest of the room followed that theme - pink and white with some touch...s of other soft colors. She had decorated this room her self. My lips curled into a smile, she was such a sweet little girl.Placing my feet carefully to minimize the noise, I approached the bed. Now that my eyes had adjusted and I was closer, her sleeping form became clear. She lay on her side, her face obscured by bedding. I mentally chuckled,. It was time to pick up Heather from high school. I cleaned up, dressed casually but nicely, and drove over. I went to the office to find Heather waiting. “X!” She cried as she ran over to give me a chaste hug. She released me and turned. “X, please meet Miz Jefferson. Miz Jefferson, this is Xavier Marigold. I’m staying at his house right now.”Miz Jefferson was a nice looking woman in her late thirties or early forties who looked like she exercised intelligently. I said, “I’m X, Xavier Marigold.. She once again allowed herself to be consumed with per-orgasmic utopia, where all sounds are distant as endorphins start to release. I deliberately lower her pants and white silk panties with the pink bow in the front down and slowly maneuver her around so she was facing towards the table then leaning her over the pool table adjusting to the perfect position for..... I then turned my attention to my own pants that where still on and fastened, I quickly rectified that and slowly began to insert. I was trying to tell myself I was glad he stopped, but what formed in my head was, 'Why did he stop?' Why did he stop, why? It felt so good, and I'd wanted it to continue to see where it would go.I turned over and my cock was standing up like a flag pole. My cock measures seven inches, but I was so hard that I felt like my cock was too big for the room, and I hoped it would soften soon.Jim said nothing and began to work on me; first my arms and shoulders. While Jim was massaging me I noticed.