Shocked at her directness, I have no time to react before she is straddling my hips and guiding my cock into her aching pussy. An animalistic moan of ...lust comes from her throat as she settles her hips down, impaling my entire cock deep in her pussy.Nicole rides me at a frantic pace. One look at her face, her eyes closed, her chest heaving, her breath coming in gasps, says she is close to her second orgasm. Still, in shock at how she is acting, I'm passive, letting her use me how she needs.. I don’t mind if we just get in each other’s arms and touch one another so I insist that we make it happen. You know by now it’s not just about the sex, we have a much deeper connection than that. You need to hear my voice, to be touched, to be held, to have someone just listen. You relent to my urgings and come anyways. As you come into the room you see that I am fully clothed still so you know I am INDEED going to hold you and listen. We embrace tightly and say nothing but just hold onto one. I started to speak but the words got caught in my throat. I cleared it and started again, rather huskily. "Would you call me Allan, ma'am?" I'd like that, Allan. But you've already forgotten." Oh, no, ma'am... uh, I mean, Lottie. It would be my privilege."Again silence reigned and I turned my attention to the piggin strings I was preparing, acutely aware of her hand still resting on my knee, although my imagination made me believe that her grip was tightening."You're going after them, aren't. The song ended and I recovered my grace and asked her to stay out on the dance floor with me for yet another slow dance song. I looked her in the eye, through my glasses and hers and I asked her in a hushed tone if she was very ‘Literate.’ She smiled a funny smile and wrinkled her nose a bit and asked what I meant by that. I didn’t want to just ASK if she was the one who had shared herself with all her friends on Lit, but I had to know and didn’t want to wreck the moment if I was wrong, so I.