Even after my orgasm ended and I started to catch my breath, she continued to squeeze our mixed juices from my cock to smear on her chest. Her nipples... were harder than I had ever seen them, and she shivered every time her hand slid over them. Her eyes slowly opened and she smiled."I really am your slut," she said in wonder."You still have some begging to do before you are completely mine," I teased."I won't beg for those," she said, although she was still smiling. "I'm beginning to think I. Closing the door behind me, I walked her to the elevator and pressed the call button. As we were waiting for the lift to come up, smiles passed between us. What was about to take place was quite obvious to us both. The elevator door opened and I let her go in first. When the doors shut closed, I pressed the stop button and felt the car shudder as it pulled to a stop mid-floor. Biting my lip in thought, I looked at her questioningly, still playing a game of tag, "So, what do you think we should. I feel the act of "fucking" a woman is such a crude and vulgar thing. Even though I find such crudeness to man fucking women, I enjoy being the one that gets fucked. My tools don't work when I think about sticking my cock inside a girl. It's more like I just want to be that girl. I want that smooth body. I want that cock in my mouth. I want to be the one taking it, relaxing my muscles as it thrusts inside of me. And it's hard because that's my sexuality. But my personality, me, who I am, falls. Hmm. Maybe Shirley was ready to consider helping Gretchen with her needs. He knew better than to say anything, though. Let her bring it up when she was ready. His thoughts were interrupted by the two neighbor girls coming up to give him welcoming hugs, which he returned as best he could.That left the newcomer."Hello ... Cynthia?"The black clad redhead nodded, smiling shyly."Hi Mr. Darrow. Thank you, for letting me stay here." It's our pleasure, Honey." She blushed, enjoying hearing him call her.