My virginity, the end of it, 1982. The title is dual purpose because the occasion of my first fuck with Jonathan was made possible by his whole family...being out at soccer game, at nearly two hours for the game, and the same again in travelling time, we figured this was a golden opportunity ! This was the next Saturday after The Summer House. We had agreed to have sex the evening of The Summer House, we decided we could not wait any longer. Years of snogging and “fingers and tops”(look it up. I guessed that he would not be seeing me to the door like we were on a first date. He said something to me that sounded like,"Huff ya git!"I assumed he was saying goodbye but since he was staring off in the distance, I might have been chopped liver for all he seemed to care.A young black girl answered the door and told me that,"The Mistress won't be home until after tea."That didn't tell me very much since I had never quite understood when that was supposed to be or where it supposed to occur.. Then she heard the lawnmower in the backyard, pulled on the top of her flimsy baby dolls, tossed back her carefully dyed hair, it was now platinum, licked her lips and hurried down the stairs, barefoot, new boobs bouncing, pussy already warm and wet, in need of more friction.In the kitchen sat her lusty mother, looking happy and sipping coffee. Did you do him? the girl asked, sure her limber mother looked freshly fucked, wearing a silly grin, legs spread widely. There was a small puddle of. ’ Jo nodded as if she already knew his sleeping habits. ‘I’ll leave you to get settled,’ she said. ‘If you need anything, I’m the second door on the left along the landing.’ ‘Thank you. Good night’ ‘Good night.’ Jo left the room, closing the door behind her. She went into her own bedroom and leant against the wall to catch her breath. Why was she being so stupid? It was only a dressing gown. It was just something to give her visitor so he wasn’t cold in the night. If it upset her so much, she.