Robert stroked her hair, which she had taken out of the pony tail. "You're beautiful, Daphne. Perfectly beautiful," he whispered.

She could feel his erection through her tiny panties. She had straddled him in such a way that it was mashed against her very wet and very eager pussy. She felt no urgency. She had waited a year for this. There was no longer any question of what was about to happen. She wanted to go slowly and savor every moment.

They kissed and kissed again. Just pecks as they gazed into each other's eyes and stroked each other's hair and faces. She lay her head forward onto his shoulder,...