"Where's your bedroom? Are you going to show me that too?"Laura almost blushed. She didn't know why. She could feel the red heat rising in her face."S...re. In here."Taneesha looked around Laura's bedroom, examining especially the king-size bed. She looked sideways at Laura, smiling mischievously."You know... I heard you and Auntie Deshona when you were in her bedroom."Laura said nothing, feigning indifference to this revelation, which both of them already knew anyway."Boy, would Charles be. I kept my eyes on his pistoning hand as my fingers continued to plunge in and out like a lover that's been gone too long and is trying to make up for lost time. My other hand thoroughly molesting my nipples, I called out the heavy artillery - stories, fantasies, images of men I knew and that I desired in the most carnal way. Men I'd HAD. Men I'd devoured.I recalled a story where the man had been tasked to perform with an audience of appreciative women. And a reality where he'd just had me to. I shuddered to another orgasm, longer this time, I was so happy a teartrickled from my eyes, this, was a real big deal for me.After what seemed like an age I was well lubricated and begging for him, (Idigress here, the doctors had warned me that if I didn't orgasm I would needlubricant as sex would be painful, they knew (as far as possible) that Iwould eventually climax like a woman, but every new girl's different, but Ihad lubricant in my bedside table - just in case.I was so very, very happy. She broke off the fitting when the seamstress was almost finishing her work and changed hurriedly into her street clothes, explaining that she suddenly felt unwell and leaving the widow sputtering irritably through the pins in her mouth. For some reason, she didn't feel quite herself. Perhaps the tension of the last two days was catching up with her, but Mrs. Fergusson's reaction to her naked body that after all might just as well have been a mannequin for the purposes of fitting was quite odd,.