The head of my cock slid right into the opening. I pushed it in slightly and felt her clamp down. "Relax sweetheart," I said."I'm nervous," she answer...d."It's okay, just relax." I felt the muscles in her pussy relax. My cock slid in a little more. I started a small in and out movement rubbing the head of my cock over her clitoris and back down to the opening. The stimulation relaxed her further as well as lubricating my cock. The next time my cock was in her pussy I pushed further and it slid. Reaching under the fragile-looking little fairy, I lightly pinched the tiny pink nipples topping the puffy cones of her aureolae. Her breasts were just beginning to mound on her skinny chest."Oh, yeah! Oooh I like that, Mr. Brenneman!" She arched her back, thrusting her chest downward to give me better access.Keeping one hand on her little nubbin of a nipple, rolling it softly back and forth between my finger and thumb, I moistened the middle finger of my other hand with saliva, and gently. I didn't want to prostitute myself. At first she took offense, but she insisted it wasn’t as bad as that. Unlike me, her landlord was I in his late 30s, good looking and a stock broker who worked 70 hours a week. He was kind and treated her well, but didn’t have time to date. He wasn’t always at home, which meant she had a big house to herself and sometimes, when he wanted to fuck, they did. Sometime, if he wanted a little extra he’d give her another £50 to suck his cock and swallow his. My raging hard-on had died the moment she screamed, and with the way I felt at that moment, I didn't think it would ever return.After a few stuttering attempts, I finally managed to eke out an explanation. I told her that I loved her very much, but when it came to sex, I loved the feel of being fucked and had only recently been adding female clothing to the mix. As I talked, the look of shock and betrayal slowly dropped from her face to be replaced by one of love and understanding. I assured.