Your body is speaking to me of desire, and passion, and heat. My fingers slip beneath the fabric stroking through the crisp hair which surrounds ...the cleft which is you. Your centre. And I find the softness of the lips which fold over the opening to your soul. You gasp. Your body shudders. Not a word escapes your lips. And your ass presses harder still against my cock. A Chinese word. I don't understand. Could you be saying, “Oh God”? Could it be “Stop”? I hesitate but your. He tried to pull the headphones from his ears but I pulled his hands away wrapping them around my tummy and spreading my legs grinding up against his hard cock trying to rip free of his work jeans. Pushing him back against the couch gently and lacing his fingers against mine before pushing them back against the cushions I kissed him hard. Spreading my lips and letting my tongue explore wrestling against his and grinding my hips against the zipper of his pants soaking my panties even more.. My conqueror, who, as he afterwards told me, had been struck with my appearance, and liked me as much as he could think of liking any one in my supposed way of life, asked me briskly at once, if I would be kept by him, and that he would take a lodging for me directly, and relieve me from any engagements he presumed I might be under to the house.Rash, sudden, undigested, even dangerous as this offer might be from a perfect stranger, and that stranger a giddy boy, the prodigious love I was struck. I was confused and pretended not to hear her so she added, "You're a naughty man as well". No-one had likened me to my Dad before, I'd always thought we were complete opposites with nothing in common. I was feeling uncomfortable now, especially as she persisted and started asking questions. "Do you like my legs?" she asked. And then when I still didn't really answer, she said "I know you've been looking through my knickers drawer and in the wardrobe". I protested my innocence - thinking that.