.. kissed me....” Michael stammered, unable to articulate in his shock.She grasped him at the back of his thighs and gazed up at him affectionately....“It is not so terrible n’est-ce pas? Most men like it when a girl do that!”“But... but... I mean... well... I never ‘eard...” Michael was floundering in unfamiliar waters. The little he knew about sex he’d garnered from whispered conversations with his friends behind the school lavatories when sharing a cigarette or bawdy comments from his comrades. His penis is terrorising my vagina his finger rub my bum hole and then his mouth sucks in my one nipple. My brain doesn’t know what to make of this, but my body certainly does – it gives me another delicious little orgasm and as I clench tight he cannot gain entry to my exit-only rear opening. As I begin to come down from the bizarre climax I try to grab him again but with his one hand he hold my hands out of the way. He is strong and it hurts and then he forces his middle finger into me. His. He heard a rattleas the mail arrived and sighed. Great, as if this wasn't hard enoughwithout distractions.He grumbled and got up, walking down the hall to the front door. Everystep let out a loud clicking sound on the hardwood floors. He picked upthe pile of letters and made his way back to his desk. Click, clack,click, clack. He sat down, frowning and briefly adjusting his pantyhosebefore he returned to his story."Let's see..." he muttered and resumed typing.'The detective swallowed as his. ” Sarah didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I’d spoken my thoughts aloud.” “It was a long time ago and I’m not that person any longer.” She turned around and stood, one hand on her hip, the other under her hair behind the nape of her neck. “You’re still dressed? Having second thoughts? Well, it happens to best of us, honey. I’ll be out of here as soon as I – “ “No! No, I was just…looking at you. Given the clothes you were wearing I thought – “ “My clothes are in transit.