I stood back from her both to survey my handiwork and to give the woman some recovery time. She needed it. And the brief break would renew my concentr...ation when I continued my work. Looking at Debbie I couldn’t help but admire her physique; she was gorgeous. I was a little bit in love with her too, even though I knew I couldn’t afford her. But the love was mixed with lust too. For a few minutes I was content just to look at her, knowing she couldn’t avoid my gaze, knowing that I had complete. It is Jane, she asked if I wanted some dinner company this evening, as her sister was taking her Mom and Dad out for dinner and a theater show and she didn't want to eat alone either. I said that would be great and I asked when I should pick her up. She said to give her an hour. I, of course, started to get interested in how the night would be. So I ran upstairs, got a shower, changed and headed over to pick her up. When I got there, she was wearing a skirt, sweater and was all dolled up. "All the girls in school are talking about fucking." Your classmates are fucking?" I never used that word in front of the kids, but she obviously knew it well enough to use it. I was incredulous."I don't think so; I think they just talk about it. I want to be the first one to try it instead of playing with myself."With that, she reached down and pulled off her panties, standing in the middle of the room wearing only her little night shirt. I had often said that my gorgeous little girl looked. He went to the inside of her thigh, feeling her muscles shift in anticipation; he put his hand under her skirt and felt the silky fabric of her thong. His fingertips pressed her there. It felt hot and damp. She breathed heavily. "A boring guy," she said softly, "would object if I did this." She reached across and unzipped his fly. She swallowed and wet her lips. "A boring guy," she continued, shifting her body lower on the seat, "wouldn't put his fingers inside me." His fingers trembled, only.