“Number 7 fifth orgasm.”Mark announced in a surprised voice (so Riley later told me).Seconds later it was over and I had won. As I was starting to...return to normal I felt Mark take the heart rate monitor off my wrist and say,“That last one was unexpected Georgia. I’ve never seen one arrive so quick.”I managed to reply,“It caught me by surprise as well.”When I got off the table and went to where I could see Riley she whispered,“Sorry, but I couldn’t let you loose Georgia.”I just smiled at her. I. “No, I don’t think you’re done,” she said slowly. She let her words sink in before explaining.“See,” she continued, gesturing at Brent’s dick, “there is still a mess on the end there. And on the end of Mike’s as well. Get a clean towel and clean both of their members for them.”I cringed, but at least she didn’t ask me to lick anything clean. I pulled a clean towel off the roll and knee-walked over to Brent. Emma moved away to give me room without saying anything.“Please don’t use any window. It’s a full length mirror fixed to the wall. Dad put it up for me when we moved in. Since then, in all that time, I’ve probably only spent a total of ten minutes looking at myself in it. I know what I look like! I don’t need to remind myself by looking in the mirror.Imagine that! A girl who doesn’t stare at herself in the mirror! Shhh! Don’t tell anyone or they’ll kick me out of the girls’ club!Looking at Mum painting away, I made a sudden decision. I raced out of my room and grabbed the key. “Oh yes. You were great...” There was a long pause. “Why wouldn’t I be all right?”“Huh.”“You asked if I were all right.” She said. So he had, years, decades, centuries ago. The experience between had driven the question from his mind.“Well ... Sometimes...” How could he say this? “Sometimes, her first time hurts a girl.”“First time?” A long pause. “You know, you’re a good lover, even a thoughtful lover, but you’re awfully egotistical.”“Why?” Better to get this out than to let it fester into.