Charlotte could have stayed lying under him for eternity.  He felt so good in her, and she moaned in protest as he slipped out.  "WIll you do that again soon?" she asked him as she moved, sitting up and talking his hand, standing with a groan.<br/><br/>"I am still so sore" she told him, "I think a nice soak will just just what I need" she admitted, throwing her arms around him and kissing him soundly.  The tray wobbling as he held it, she pulled back, looking at him, "I want to play more for you, to feel the music and know you are there listening" she said to him, her eyes wide, and still shining with innocence.  Charlotte was not a slut, she would never be that sort of a woman, she was pure and natural.  She would do anything for him....