Now that her top was removed without any effort Vincent could see just how slight Sarah Jane was he could also see and feel the scars not only from recent events but from much of her life, he still that pale skin held an innocence to it. Pale and soft nothing like the mask that he had so often seen, this was her and it would be her exposed completely to him and not only physically. His words were kind but Sarah Jane had never considered herself beautiful.<br/><br/>However he was making her feel that way, as his tongue found hers there was a slight tension of her body and then she relaxed again, trusting Vincent, her own tongue joined his though her dance steps were certainly those of a novice. Even as they kissed Vincent heard and felt her small noises that only became more apparent and urgent as he started to massage her breast. It was small certainly but her nipples were hardening, pink like cherries or rose buds ripe for the plucking.<br/><br/>She arched her back though continued to caress Vincent’s body learning about it with each passing moment. Feeling a heat between her legs and a moistness there, was only making the experience more intense. Her nipples almost ached as did other places in her body. Though not wishing to break from the passionate kiss Sarah Jane had to for air and to ask….<br/><br/>“Wot shud I…” Her hands continued to caress him and now she had removed his upper clothing. Her lips found Vincent’s neck and then his face and then finally his mouth once more. Then between more fervent kisses that were eager but without experience. “Do…we…bed..?” She was gasping as this man toyed with those sweet pink nipples. Her panties were now very wet and Vincent was aware of the scent of Sarah Jane’s arousal.  The young woman tugged a little at his trousers there was a fear but also she wanted it yes ashe wanted this so much.<br/><br/>“Please…I aint…ant goin’ ta be any good…” Of course she wanted to be.<br/>