At one point, she flinched and I realized I had reached the seal of her virginity, so I pulled back. Or maybe that’s just what I thought. To be honest, she was wearing a little dress that more revealed than covered her athletic body. I was living with my wife in a two-bedroom apartment in a small four-story apartment building, we didn’t have children, and that was perhaps for the best. Then I took off her skirt and panties and I realized that she was expecting this because she didn’t resist at all, in fact she moved in such a way as to make my job easier. “Well, Emma darling, it’s your celebration, you’re going to be the center of attention and maybe even get up on a table and dance. And we don’t get paid much either. You’re absolutely right!”
He left my apartment and returned after only five minutes. She didn’t ask me what it would be like, she just stretched her lips towards me and as I kissed her, I slipped my fingers under her dress and began to caress her quivering pussy through her panties.
