She expected, I am sure, that I would simply re-enter her pussy, doggy-style, but that was never my intent. My intent was to clarify that she was mine..., completely mine, and that she would understand that as well.Holding my cock in my right hand, I spread her cheeks with my left, as best I could, put the tip of my cock against her rosebud and--pushed in, without stopping, until the full length of my cock was buried in her ass. I was in, completely in, before she even realized what I had done! Of. In fact, I was sorely tempted at the time of that first interrogation to make it my destination for my shirts which had lately been treated dismally by yours truly when it came to pressing out the wrinkles and using the right amount of starch to keep the collar and the cuffs looking prim and proper.With my characteristic lack of planning, I had forgotten about my resolve to do better with regard to my laundering and had simply turned the job over to Julie with apologies for my shortcomings. In. Mel, on the other hand, seemed to me to be the essence of what God had given her at birth.This didn’t add up, so I was having more trouble processing something that I was totally unprepared for. I mean ... this was a girl who’d gone half-a-dozen dates before we actually kissed! The one who’d complained about being ogled, groped and taken for a sure thing. And NOW she was telling me that she’d had sex on camera hundreds of times? Holy fuck!Her face had been blurred for a few moments, my vision. “Uh-huh. But me first.”She rose up onto her toes, eyes bright and expectant, her arms reaching up. I bent, my lips brushing against hers, lingering lightly. It was one of those sweet, meaningful kisses of hers I loved so much, full of adoration and love.Her fingers eased my Polo shirt up and off before trailing her fingertips through my chest hair. She kissed my chest while easing her hand inside the waist of my jeans. The button popped open. A lowered zipper sounded surprisingly loud. I.