Jack was still a bit confused at what had just happened but he was also brimming with confidence. He had just lost his virginity and now knew that the...re were women out there who would accept him for the strange boy he was.”Y'know what the best thing is about you Jack,” Brianna said and rolled over on her side to look at him. ”You're ready to go again already.”She stuck the cigarette between her lips and rolled on top of him, guided the RealDoe inside her and started to ride him. She looked like. ” He handed me a dressing gown. Feeling strange I stripped out of my wet things my cock stiffening and standing proud in front of me which Ted Didn,t miss. “You have a nice cock. Joe.” He complimented me. “Thanks” I gave him my wet clothes and then put the Terryknit gown on to cover my nakedness and sat on his couch. He put my clothes in the dryer then removed his own wet clothing revealing his uncut cock which was as hard as mine and slightly thicker and added them to mine before putting his. “Can’t we take a break here?” I asked anxiously.“Are you pulling out? Don’t you trust me?”“Isn’t it too revealing?”“I can always open a bottle of cold white wine to help you relax,” said Chantelle as she started removing her own top. “It might help you if I’m also naked.”“No,” I said. “I have to do this on my own.”Wine might suppress my own inhibitions and a naked Chantelle would certainly push me to remove all my clothes. But it would never be my decision, and being intoxicated with wine and. One thing you should know.”“I know all about cooking.”“I’m close to my period. I think the jolting of the chariot might have brought it on.” Women who were bleeding were generally not used to prepare food. Mutter thought it a superstition, but Mutter had not learned much more than language in her time in Italy.“Well, we don’t want you in the kitchen, then. Do you know anything about the garden?”So Gretchen spent the next several days gardening. She ate with the kitchen slaves and slept in.