Knowing it was better to get it over with quickly I thrust my hips up, putting an end to that little piece of flesh that signified the end of her virg...inity. She squealed a little and lost her concentration causing her to drop the rest of the way down to sit on my hips. Her eyes were wide in surprise as she panted through the pain of losing her cherry.When her breathing was under control she moaned as she tested the waters, lifting up and then dropping back down. She did this a few times then. M.Ps. newspaper, a tabloid which she said would help her get an understanding of the district. It contained many pictures of naked people, but these were mostly just photographs accompanying articles about fairly dull things such as garden fetes, mays oral banquets, goat farming or whatever. There were however certain pictures that could only have been inserted for titillation, and these featured not just nudity but full sex. The captions were of a fairly odd nature saying things like. I have no idea why I said, "Shit!" aloud, although it was what I was thinking.That label meant that I would not be able to return to the gallery later to study the sketch again."Beautiful isn't it? I'm very proud of that one!"I turned to see that Elvira, the artist in question, had been standing beside me; Arthur had introduced us earlier. Elvira was at least sixty, maybe even older. And, unless I was very much mistaken, she was as bent as a nine bob note. She certainly appreciated the female. "What number did you count to, Miss Rogers?" Fifty-eight, sir." Fifty-eight? Fifty-eight?"He strode around and crouched down so that he could look into her face. She stared into his steely eyes, realising they were now clouded with something. Could it be... was it... lust?"Fifty-eight was not the number administered, young lady. You have not been paying attention. I suspect you have drifted off into a daydream of naughty thoughts. Am I right?"Naomi hung her head."Young lady, am I right?" Yes,.