" Yes, Susan." Susan smiled and replied, "That's better, now show mearound!"We walked into the family room and she nodded at the large sofa andcomfort...able mood seating. In the kitchen I fixed both of us a glass ofwhite wine and she thanked me. It was only then I noticed her manicurednails with the bright red color.We went to the basement and she liked the openness of the area. I saw hersmile when she glanced at all the hooks in the ceiling. She gave me oneof "those" looks. We walked a little. Just look at her! This is no awkward shuffle leaving her big breasts dragging along the carpet. No, this is a predatory tigress in heat, sashaying her ass and rolling her shoulders with every bit of her crawl! Every movement she makes is a promise of SEX put into motion! But then again, this is Suzanne we're talking about. I wouldn't expect anything less!She crawled like sexual desire personified. As she advanced slowly toward him, each time she would growl, "Mother. Fucker. Mother. Fucker.". " I nodded at that. "Not like those old Roman gladiator guys, right? Thumbs up and down and all that?" What?" Mr. Reiser shook his head. "No, not like that. Nobody dies and there's no swords or lions." Good," I decided, rocking my hips a bit to feel that plug in my butt fill me a little more, if that were even possible."It's more like the ancient Greeks. A friendly contest," he said, sipping his wine and giving me a look as I squirmed. "More or less." Okay." I felt myself warm all over and. Wow, what an emotionally powerful thought that was.Imagine being his very first, the first girl he has sex with. You will always be remembered as “The One.” The one he lost his virginity to. You will always be special to him. You will forever be engraved in his memory. Even when he gets married; when he is forty and is mindlessly daydreaming on his drive to work; when he gets old and reminisces; it will always be you that he thinks of when he thinks of his very first time.The more we talked.