As we sat there she made small talk and leaned over to use the ashtray, as she did I noticed she had a low cut top which showed a lot of her chest, sh... also had a very short skirt on, it was just above her knees and if I didn’t know her I would have called her mutton.Suddenly the phone rang, and she answered and said “Donna she’s going to be another hour or so are you Ok to wait” “Yes of course”. Then Annette said “Let me show you our conservatory” as she did “Very nice” I answered. Then she. Jess continued.“And we want some items to make her first time more exciting,” she finished.The girl smiled broadly and genuinely, unlike the girl at Boulevard. She slapped Emma on the back.“Good for you, girl!” she said. Emma blushed a vivid red. She then looked at the pile in my arms and surveyed the goodies there.“Looks like you are off to a good start already ... is this the guy who is going to be popping her cherry?” she asked, thumbing a finger at me.‘Say yes, say yes, say yes’ ran through. “I do believe I’ll need to sit. Is there a handsome gentleman who will assist me.” That was said in a die away tone.“She’s good, David,” Jim said.“You have unleashed talents I never knew,” I replied. “Straighten up Abby ... as my dad used to say ... and fly right.”Abby said, “Now, That would be interesting. Speaking of flying, Dean Porter...”“He told me his name was Charles ... you’re saying his name is Dean?”“Daddy ... don’t be stupid. I don’t have permission to call Doctor Porter Charles. But. She feels how wet I am. I'm soaked. Hell, I'm gushing. Missy's fingers sink into the soft flesh between my legs, pushing my soaked panties into my slit. She moves her hand up and down, making me moan. Her eyes dart down to my tiny breasts and back to my face. Is that hunger in her eyes? “You are wet.” My whimpering craving is my only reply. I open my mouth, I want her lips on mine, I'm locked to her eyes. Close up she is even more perfect; not a flaw on her skin, not a single…oh God, I'm.