"This is really good, Anne - where did you learn to cook so well?" My father is a chef, and when it looked like I was interested, he taught me a lot."...All too soon, the meal and the wine were finished. I enjoyed hearing Anne talk about her courses, and tried without much success to explain to her the computer-related courses that I was studying. This was made more difficult because I really thought that math, engineering and science were the only things worth studying.Anne had a pot of coffee. The night that it happened I wanted it to be special for her, sounds corny I'm sure. I tried to be as romantic as possible, candle light, going slow, stuff like that. In reality we started on a blow up mattress and ended in the living room. I had carefully set up a few candles around the mattress, had some soft playing music on, we were laying down and making out a lot, looking into each other's eyes, I started by kissing her neck and moving down. I took off her shirt and kissed her shoulders. I told her that we in no rush. I spread her legs and kissed her cunt gently. And then with my tongue. Slow and heavy strokes. She was so wet and very quickly my face was totally wet. I was crazy – All this time my Dick brain accused me of abusing it for not pushing hard into her warm shaved juicy cunt and spill all my creamy cum in her. But I've struggled with myself and prevailed. I knew she wanted to fuck but I also knew that I have one chance to open her to some new experiences. Slowly I. His mind had reveled in joy at his discovery of this treasure as she had stood across from him, front-lit by the campfire between them. And now, she was one with him – after having spoken only a few words to each other – and he was convinced that she was the one he was meant to find; perhaps not the treasure of his mother’s quest, but definitely the prize of his own.He held her more tightly against him as he started to move in and out of her, feeling her body respond in a similar fashion as she.