Edward said that you were the only person who really understood what he was trying to do.’ And she nodded again. ‘Edward?’ ‘Edward Albright. H...e had a story that you wrote – about him – pinned up on the wall in his studio. He used to read bits of it to me. He called it his ‘one and only good review’.’ She nodded again. And smiled. ‘Oh?’ ‘Yes. I usually can’t understand things that people write about artists. But your story made sense. I thought what you said was very good. I could understand why. As most “new” couples do, we asked each other about past relationships, sexual experiences, how many partners, did they have a bigger cock than me, did they have nicer tits then her etc etc. It was as part of those conversations that I discovered that my sweet new girlfriend was (and still is!) absolutely the horniest, sluttiest and downright dirty woman ever! When she started telling me of her past experiences, I actually became a little bit scared that I had maybe bitten of more than I could. I reached down and lightly touched her clit sending electricity through her fit girlish body. I had dreamed of having her and now here she was in front of me offering me her body to do what I wanted. I knelt down and touched her thigh, once again she jumped. Her breathing became labored. She looked up at me and told me that she was mine and that I could do anything that I wanted to her. I kissed her outer lips and teased the opening of her tight little twat with my finger; just lightly rimming. " We get up off the couch and you tell me to remove my dress and bra. I have been naked many times in your living room but this time seems different. I cover my pussy and you walk to me and move my hand and rub on me again. Then you turn and walk away without saying a word. You return with some clothes and you hand them to me. "We are going to hangout with some friends of mine tonight and I would like you to wear this outfit." I hold up the miniskirt and slide it up my legs it is barely long.