“Yes, it sounded like that Aud. I remember that the sights and sounds overcame my anger.” “Good, what else do you remember?” “I remember D...nald undressing you slowly.” “I am undressing now Jeff. Keep your eyes closed and imagine that your balls are tied to the cane seat of my chair and Donald is undressing me.” “Oh God…” “Yes Jeff, I am squirming on this bed, my blouse and bra are gone and my pants are halfway down my thighs. Can you imagine me on our bed at home this way?” “Yes, I. Vivienne took a deep breath. Who was this ‘Moore’ who had moved her in this way? Was it just the memories of her maidenly awakening with Kyle still echoing within her just now, or did this painter touch some marvelous knowledge within herself? Perhaps the artist, whoever it was, would be at the gathering tonight, perhaps then she would discover the magic that moved that brush and stirred her in this surprising way. Vivienne’s hand lifted and pulled the combs that held her hair. She shook her. I wanted to speak, I wanted to tell him how much turning him on turned me on but I just blushed and shyly lowered my gaze.Jack asked how I was feeling. I told him that I was happier than I'd ever been and how comfortable I felt with him. We both knew what being comfortable meant, it meant it was time to go someplace more private. We finished our beers and prepared to leave. I hesitated. "Are you OK Emily?" Jack asked with a worried look on his face. I was worried about the damp patch in the. My calmness only confirmed my lack of shock, he knew at that instant, I would not scream or run, so only naturally his door opened slightly more, and I walked inside, brushing against his erect penis as it touched my arm, I stopped momentarily as it did so, looked up to him and smiled, before continuing inside and hearing him close the outside door, and turn the lock.'In here Mariel', he was opening the door to his bedroom, inviting me inside, where else should a man fuck a girl, on his bed of.