He placed our pillows under me, elevating me and lay on my back, spreading my legs and placing his cock at the entrance of my pussy, moving it slowly ...p and down, getting me so hot with his slow, gentle moving of the tip of his cock against my wet pussy lips. Slowly, he entered me, moving gently deeper and deeper, holding my body still. The slow sensation of his entering me and the very gradual moving in and out, as he opened and filled me was like nothing I had ever experienced.Finally, he was. ”“Ok, Ok, Ok...” she hastily was trying to overcome her dizziness. “Ah… Thomas Pynchon.”He kissed her lips. “That’ one.”“Oh… I know! I know! Philip Roth.”He kissed her lips again. “That’s two.”“Ah… Let me think… Milan Kundera?”“Give me two more names and I’ll make you happy.”“Let me think again… Ah… No. I guess, that’s it. I’m sorry, I’m so dumb. I failed you again.”“No, Katy, you didn’t. I want you to continue reading at home.”She nodded biting her lip.“Good girl,” he grinned unzipping her. I slide on my heels and open the bathroom door. When I walk out, Dane turns around and the look on his face means more than the compliment he gives. Damn, I must look good!I go to my bag with the intent of checking for my real panties. But instead, I just throw a few things in. I decide not to look. I don’t really care. My “turn-on” meter is already an 8, and that’s only because of discipline. If I decide to let go, it’s won’t take much to get me right to a 10 tonight. These panties I have on. She headed upstairs into her bedroom and started pulling clothes from her small walk in closet.’ Hmm.. what to wear’. pushing through the racks of clothing she stopped a minute to admire her favorite outfit. She had never worn it. It was an knee length Charcoal grey 1940’s pin up styled pencil dress and an suede electric blue pair of peep toe heels. When she bought the outfit it had cost her the equivalent of nearly two months of pay. Being that it was much more dramatic and attention grabbing.