“Of course, that’s what I’m here for. Can I ask if your buying for a girlfriend or wife?” She saidI took a deep breath, “Actually it’s for...me” I answered.“Oh wow, that’s fantastic, we can use the more private changing rooms, usually for our bra fitting service.” She stated. “Thank you, I’ll need some lingerie as well, also shoes” I told her. “What size are you?” She enquired.“My trainers are an 8 and my bra is 38B panties are 14.” I said.“How long have you been dressing in your femme clothes?”. "It's good," I lied. "You just need a punchy conclusion to draw all your main points together."We began to work out a conclusion on a large piece of paper but I kept losing my thoughts as Joanne was wearing a thin pink t-shirt and I could see her nipples bursting out."So where do I put the bit about Jakobson's critque of Levi-Strauss not being convincing?" asked Joanne."Sorry? What?" I was losing my concentration and not even hiding the fact. "When did I say that?" Stuart! Five minutes ago.. " God, you get tight," I grunted. Her pussy quivering, the rapture fading a little with each pulse. She whimpers again, pushing back against my hardness. " You're a hungry little thing, aren't you?" I said with a sneer, " I better fill you up." I start to speed up, hammering my cock into her dripping wet pussy. I spread her legs wide, my balls slapping against her clit. She feels me start to tighten. " Oh, God! He is going to cum inside me." She isn't on any birth control. She can't let me cum. It hadn't taken to long. It was only a 45 minute drive to the nearest small town, and I had found a lovely young woman who was just finishing college, and was out here in the mountains while she wrote her thesis. It had only taken a couple drinks before I convinced her that she should come out to my cabin. Now she was sleeping quietly downstairs completely unaware of my plans for her.As I entered the cabin I made sure I didn't make to much noise, I wanted to be there when she first woke. I made.