She smiled beautifully and blew me a kiss.ANDREAMy life had changed so much; the carefree girl who grew up in Broughley with the space of the countrys...de to explore was now trapped in a house in Bloomsbury. Admittedly, it was a very nice house with many big rooms filled with the best furniture and with all the conveniences that modern life would demand. Yet I rattled around in them like the last dried pea in the packet. I didn't have to do anything. Mrs. Hoskins, the housekeeper saw to that.. .mmmmyy.....gggooodddddddd.” It happened. My first orgasm. It wasn't as enjoyable as I was hoping for, but it was still good.Pleased with himself, he crawled up my body leaving a trail of kisses from the opening of my pussy to my nipples. There, he started to suck on my right one while pinching the other one between his thumb and pointer finger. He kept switching it up every few second.Once done copping a feel. He moved to my face and started kissing me. Thanks to Jeremiah, I knew how to kiss.. He made me happy…the emotion was so strange I didn't even know what it was at first. So of course I was more than willing to talk to him again. Much like the first time, we talked for hours still learning and getting to know one another. It all started innocently enough. We would text or fb several times a week about nothing in particular, family, work, kids etc... After a few weeks of that we started talking every day. He would text while he was at work, and sometimes when he got home if his. Besides, she fully intended to sleep with him, and damn it she wanted to remember it. She let her mind skip passed the ride to his house, but paused to remember just how massive it was. At least 4 stories tall, and an acre wide. It had the look of an enormous gingerbread house, with almost the same colors she had thought of whenever she’d read the Hansel and Gretel stories as a child. But what she had not seen was the part that would be her undoing. The basement floors. Yes, floors, there.