Vincent’s touch and his caresses upon her back made Sarah Jane wriggle a little not only was it making her stomach flutter but was making her very warm, and even warmer in places that she might not like to mention. He seemed to know where to touch her, and it made the young woman a little embarrassed. The mans words were gentle and somehow like sleep, like feather down and gossamer upon her mind and body.<br/><br/>It was then that Sarah Jane leaned up, licking her lips again, “Don’t worry …too mach it …it aint like …well I ‘ave been in ve streets.. fer like forever…” By now her lips were close to Vincent’s, she was afraid of the rejection yet just felt the need to try even if the girl was certainly no expert. With that her lips brushed his, they were soft and warm, like her breath, almost something made of dreams.  Yes Sarah Jane did the impossible and kissed a man.<br/><br/>More than that though her hands that had been stroking his face and caressing his neck moved down again and on slipped beneath Vincent’s shirt  almost needing to have nothing not even cloth between them. Though her fingers were rough Sarah Jane’s touch was soft and tender.<br/>