. there's this guy she's been seeing and I told her that she'd have the place to herself. Which likely means she won't be by herself. And I get very u...ncomfortable with the idea of a guy staying in my apartment." Oh." So I'm your responsibility, Mister Stoney. And I think we go, rain or shine. If it's too gusty to sail, we can motor. But we go. Didn't you say you had two foul weather suits?" Yeah. But they're both my size. It'll be like a tent on you." I can make it work for the couple of hours. “So do you think about boys? Are there any that you like? Any that make you feel different somehow, kind of excited?” I asked these leading questions, trying to open her up some more, and get her more comfortable with me. She was recovering from her embarrassment some, and the blush was fading, but she was still looking down at her knees, leaving my eyes free to watch the blush climb back up from her breasts to her neck, then fade away. She nodded, then said “Yes of course, but most of the. Oh just like that. Daddy I'm getting tight. My pussy-- oh, fuck. You're in so deep." "Sweet baby. Oh God. I can't..." "Show me Daddy. Am I pretty? Am I your pretty little girl? Then fucking show me." Hissed the last part at me, and that was that. I threw her over onto her back, rolling on top of her without taking my cock out, staying right up against her, our flesh pressed so tight together. Crunched my hips in and out so I could fuck her without raising off her any. My face buried. We catch up on things we've done. I tell her about a few things, but I keep my clients thinking they’re the only ones, even though they know better. It’s still nice for them to think they are the only ones I want, or desire. After our chat, we go again, wanting to make the other come harder than last time, and we do. By the time we’re done, it’s nearly nine forty at night for me, which makes it two forty for her. She has to go, because she has work in the morning. She tells me it’s worth it to.