Her towel fell down, exposing her breasts, and she hastily pulled it back up, blushing to the roots of her red hair. The explosions had finally stopped. They say it hurts, please be gentle with me if you can.” I leaned back, taken aback, and said, “You’re a virgin?” She nodded, and I said, “Kristin, make very sure of what you are saying to me. Don’t worry, you will be ok now; who are you?” “I’m Carrie.” She said. I realized that we would need to find a place, that would accommodate our living and we talked late into the night about where we would go, without reaching a decision. I inserted my fingers into her opening, and curled them, brushing her g-spot, and making her writhes on the bed. It took me about a half hour to get my things, and drive back to her house. I went back inside my house, and took a mental inventory.
