Id never told him how much he told me on, just behaved like a good girl, but the fantasies I’d had, him bending me over and taking me then and there... I left and arrived at the garage, wearing a skirt, black bra visable through my tight white vest top, black matching thong and black thigh high socks. I headed straight up to him, turning heads as my heels clicked along the floor, with a cheeky wee smile and dirty look in my eyes, he just stared at me. I put on my quiet sexy voice, hoping to tease. I walked her back to her place. She demanded I stay because she was so drunk...and alone. She put on a movie, we sat next to each other on the couch...and she passed out.Don't get the wrong idea though...this was just me contemplating at this point. I wanted her to lift one leg on the sofa and reveal if she was wearing panties under that skirt or not. I wanted her to feel hot and start taking off her clothes. I wanted her to wake up in horn mode and hop on my lap.Nothing happened...for a. It was one of the newest models and for only 10$! It was a steal and without any kind of hesitation, he walked in and bought it. Behind the counter, an elderly woman gave him a sly smile. "Oh dear, that thing doesn't really seem to fit you. How about we change that?" She asked, her bony old hand slowly typing in the price on the old-timey register. John smiled and decided that if she wanted to take the cover off herself and try and sell it to someone else, he wouldn't mind that at all. "That. "Thank you." Why should you thank me?" For loving me, for making my first time so beautiful, for making my dreams come true. I'm surprised that there wasn't any pain though." She looked disappointed. "I wanted the pain. I wanted you to see my pain, so that you would understand how much I loved you. That I was making you the gift of my virginity." Dearest Antonia, I know that. Your experiencing pain isn't needed to prove it. And speaking as a doctor I would think that after all the stretching.