I started to date when I was fourteen — silly kisses in the darkness of a theatre or a shocking touch of a sweater covered breast that nearly caused... me to mess my pants. Your typical fumbling correct?My love then was pure — the child and his mother, only laced at times with a lust that I was ill prepared to contain.Life like this went on for a couple of years as I was a naïve fool.During those early stages of my adolescence my parents were having a difficult time — arguments behind closed. I suspected many of the finest pieces had been in the family for generations. James had never mentioned his family had money. But I guess, to James, it wasn’t important or noteworthy. Which said good things about him, but left me a bit wrong-footed. I was glad I had already wanted to make the best impression I could. Well, of course I did. And what did money really matter? If James didn’t care, why should I? I still felt intimidated. I was introduced around… I met Doug, the eldest, and his. First delicately, softly, building a rhythm of short kisses. Then, as our embrace tightens, the kisses become deeper and longer. My tongue asks permission against your teeth – they part inviting entry. I probe and explore the warm depths of your mouth. Our tongues dance around each other and yours follows mine back to its home. Time becomes immaterial, we combine together in our embrace for an unknowable period until we move simultaneously towards the bed. Laying down, I gently unbutton your. He knew the sound of the knocking. "Cum in." he said getting hard knowing it was Nina.She opened the door and gave him her usual sexy smile. "I hope you are in the mood for a good time. I'm on fire today." She said slowly walking towards him making sure that her luscious hips swayed back and forth. She loved teasing him, she knew she would get a good, hard fucking from him. She sat on his desk, making sure he had a good view up her short skirt. "What's your good news?" she asked with a.