" You're right -- I will need to go shopping for a wardrobe. The dress code says skirts or slacks, dress shoes ... no bare legs and no peeky-toe shoes...... It'll be an adjustment for me. I was accustomed to coming to work in jeans and flip-flops." Kirk's firm is in another league." Also -- thanks for dinner." I'm not much of a hand in the kitchen," I said."I know how to cook. Maybe I can take on those chores. Well -- I'm going to get ready for bed." I have some work to do."I went into in my. As you lifted yourself up, you tensed slightly, putting even more pressure on my penis. And if that wasn’t enough, you were rubbing your boobs along my chest, as you were riding me hard. Soon, I was telling you to slow down. You would have made me reach my climax far too early, before I even had the chance to be in control.Reluctantly, you climbed off of my lap, and removed the restraints from me. You sat back on my lap, and let my hands explore your body once again. It was heaven for the both. Not really.And I definitely did not fall out with my daddy!At this stage (conscious I’m sounding like a lady of much mystery) I’d like to make a couple of things clear. I am not a tease and I’m not a woman who doesn’t know her own mind. On the contrary, I’ll be twenty-one next month and I have been sexually active since I turned eighteen.Want to know a little more about the loss of my virginity . . . In the strictest of confidence? Okay, here goes. Unlike a lot of my friends, I kept my legs. The pretty key ring Robert had given her for Christmas dangled in front of her hand as she drove. She realized that the sun was not in her eyes. Maybe it had gotten cloudy. Maybe she had had a life, somewhere, at some time, hidden behind this mass of lines all tangled with motion. The car had plenty of gas. Robert liked to watch Jason doing the yard. Sometimes Jason would pay him a dollar to blow the clippings off the driveway and sidewalks. Robert seemed to be having a life. Had she not had.