He matched her rhythm, grunting softly as the blood rushed to his cock, its head swollen and red, a small glistening pearl appearing at the tip, repla...ed with another as is slid over the smooth head. He couldn’t hold back much longer, nor did he want to.‘Oh, fuck, Megan, I’m going to…’ It was as if she was waiting for him. As the words spilled out he watched her trembling thighs tighten and her back arch, her fingers plowing one last time through her valley before thrusting inside of her,. He took my hands into his and held them as we talked more.I then started to get cold.He noticed this and he suggested getting under the covers to keep warm.I nodded okay and I got up off the couch, slipping my shoes off in the process.He then took off all his clothes quickly like he was going to a race or something.We walked over to the bed together, both of us nervous and excited.He walked in front of me, grabbing the covers on the bed and pulling them back.I watched him. I then got into the. Ok?”So, Rick lets go of one of my arms and Ed takes the other guiding me over to the sofa as though I needed help walking. We sit on the edge and I take a much needed deep breath. “Whew. That’s better. I’m nervous, guys. I’ve never had a boy, let alone a man, touch me like you are touching me.” Rick and Ed place their hands on each of my bare thighs and told me how great I am doing and that there is nothing to be afraid of. They won’t hurt me. They were sliding their hands all over my. .have you done it, I guess, you know?”Deana was blushing. “I guess we have, sort of, but technically, I'm still a virgin.”“Oh.”“Does that bother you?”“That you're a virgin?”“No, dumb ass,” she said. “Does it bother you that your sister fools around with a girl?”Other than being a little jealous, it didn't. “No, not at all, but what about boys, you think—”“I'm not a lesbian,” she said. “If I were, I'd still want my first to be a guy, my true love. You know, the kind where you tattoo their name.