As we enjoyed concerts, movies, dinners around town, we bumped into men who she had slept with. I lost count after the first ten. Her experience, and ...appetite, had overwhelmed me. I made love with a fierceness new to me. I wanted to claim her as my own, to be the best, the first at whatever I could with her. I fucked her relentlessly, I sodomised her and I swamped her with pleasure. My mind ran wild at the imaginings of her. My cock was stiff whenever she was near. Of course, it was the thought. She went into the bedroom to change her clothes. Surprisingly she called me inside the bedroom and gave me some problems and asked me to solve those problems. She was still having the towel wrapped around her body. I started solving the problems which she gave me inside the bedroom itself.She walked towards the door. I thought that she was going to leave the room. But she didn’t leave the room. She locked the door. She turned her ass towards me and unwrapped the towel from her body. She was. My heart shatters with this thought. I saw a sea turtle on a sweatshirt of child of four yesterday, and I loved its design and how it moves on the child. I make eye contact with men wherever I go. I listened to a man talk for two hours today of his wife, who over two years has bought over 20,000 dollars worth of dresses. How does she wear the dress? Does she skim along the ocean waves, lifting the hemlines so they so lightly get wet? Do you watch her laughing as she does this, with her full. Of course, of the way she said it, it didn't sound dirty but in my mind I chuckled. "That's cool," I said, "I am only eight years older than her, I'm sure I can show her my rope, I-I uh, mean the ropes."She laughed at me and said, "just train her right this time, not like that other guy." So a week had passed and I asked my other boss, who is the assistant manager of the store, if the new girl was anything to look at. I know she was only 16 but still, something to look at would be nice.