Damn! She was looking behind, studying my face. She parted her legs, bent down to the floor and said “Nigel, you can touch the exhibit. We are not i... a museum here!”My hands cup the firm buttocks inside the black sheer nylon, then slowly run down her legs, appreciating every inch of her smooth, creamy complexion. Her legs were parting wider and her red pubes were coming into sight inside the nylon and I was getting bulgy down there.“My other parts need attention too, Nigel.”She turned round and. “What. Do you bat for the other side then?” He wished he had bitten off the words a millisecond later. Lame did not cover it.Shock at his directness registered in her eyes before she recovered and answered.“Well yes, generally I don’t involve a man in my love life…” Her eyes glittered in the reflected lighting of the shops they passed. It made him think of a she devil for some reason. “… but I occasionally allow one into my bed…” Her grin was quiet wicked and her deliberate pause caught him. He. . so I could maybe have a chance with you." I was stunned into silence, but very moved. I had always found him very attractive, but hadn't given it much thought, because I was with Jeff. I took a step forward. "Can I be honest? When I met Jeff, I was a virgin. My first time was with him, and that time he was gentle. But after that first time... I've never enjoyed it very much. I find sex..." Ben wrapped his arms around me. "Go on..." he urged. "...Painful..." I whispered. Ben tensed, and I. Steaming mugs of coffee and a man washing up greeted Rachael and the group of visitors when they entered the kitchen. I was pleased to see that Rachael had found the time, in the confusion, to brush her hair but the cum on her face was still there. The woman who had seen me as I was locating my clothes was the estate agent and she gave me a smile and a wink while Rachael explained something about the cooker to the would-be buyers.The group then made their way outside to look at the garden and.