It was a week after my eighteenth birthday. I was out with my first, serious boyfriend in his father's old Ford. He had passed his test a few days bef...re and this was our first time out together in the car, we felt so grown up.When he drove into a small wood and turned off the engine, I knew what was on his mind, and that was sex. I was somewhat naive about the subject, but knew enough about the birds and bees to know that to lose my virginity in a bout of unprotected sex was not a good idea.As. "You think you can get him to sign tonight?" All we needed was one final signature and we were set. I'd been working on the plans for the ground floor refurbishment for the past week, but I had no idea who on the Nash side had actually seen them. Moreover, that wasn't my job. Me and my department were the brains; the rest of the company was for greasing palms and signing papers. "Absolutely," I said."I know Stephanie's out tonight. You know someone who can cook?" I...do," I said."What?" His. He had found perfection. He was the perfect gentleman, both because that was just part of his value system, and because he didn’t want to do anything that was “too far” or “too fast” or might risk the unbelievable joy he’d stumbled into.In September, she got tired of him being a gentleman. She had taken his hands, and just put them on her breasts, without saying a word. Then, while he felt, and squeezed, almost insane with the ecstasy of touching a girl’s breasts, while she was kissing him like. Leslie slipped off Bill's leg. She sat on the floor between his legs. He spread them wider, letting her nestle back toward his crotch. She lifted his cock and balls over her shoulder. Bill moved her red hair to the other side. The images winked away."Louis," Mr. Jenkins started talking. "Watching people is permitted as long as they are aware."Leslie's hand reached up, lightly grabbing Bill's cock."Everyone needs to be open and accepting of the sexuality expressed."Louis cocked his head to the.