Charlie and Nathan spent an hour on the couch catching up and exchanging stories, until finally Nathan had wandered into her bedroom while Charlie was...in the kitchen preparing food. There was a long silence from Nathan, until finally Charlie heard his voice arise from down the hallway. “Hey Charlie? Can you come here a second? I need to ask you about something.” Charlie sauntered off down the hallway, oblivious to the tone of his voice, until she stopped dead in her doorway upon seeing Nathan. And I started doing one of my favorite things to do. Which is just to go so ... damn ... slow. When I'm on top of a guy, I like to tease him with my pussy, too slow to get him off, too slow to build momentum, but I love watching the expressions on his face as I drive him wild. And believe me, I was driving Andre wild. I could tell he was loving it, savoring every stroke just as much as I was. Up ... down. His eyes were closed, that soft smile on his kissable lips ...And then he opened his. It was all very tastefully decorated and exquisite, but I could never live in a place like this. It was far too large and didn't have the "home" feel that I would require to feel settled. But that was just me. I sauntered into the kitchen, where I was really taken back. It looked like something out of a designer home magazine. I felt my eyes grow large as I realized that it most likely was featured in something at some point. The place was enormous! There was a cooking area, with a large. I acted like a spoilt and stubborn young Polish girl.But I was also in awe of the way he could make me feel. His skills in the way he could make me cum with his hands, his mouth, his fingers. Add to that his experience, his stature in the village (he was a successful member of society) made him a fabulous prize for a young girl. I was still under the impression that I had won him and not that he had taken me as his own – foolish girl!For the next few nights, I avoided Renaud, pretending to be.