I fell behind a little at this point, but a few months later I had some too. We weren’t quite at the point of being particularly horny yet though. T...is followed at about 14. We always had sleepovers too. They were great fun. My first sexual experience was at one of these, on a Saturday night.We had been out playing football, and returned at about seven o’clock. My Mum and Dad were just heading out, and told us not to be up too late, but I knew if they came in at two o’clock and found us still. Also, I will go.” Martina made a working out gesture with her arms, which raised a smile with Ben. Their conversations were beginning to thaw, although the previous Friday night was still in his mind. The sight of her in her night shirt and the idea of her being naked underneath had given him mental images that he was finding difficult to un-imagine. When they were ready to leave, Ben did the chivalric thing and opened Martina’s door. She had put on a short red skirt with flesh coloured hosiery. Along one side of the canal was a scene with wax figures showing someone being guillotined. "Creepy," Jane said. "I wouldn't go in there." Veronica wasn't sure what put the idea into her head, but for some unknown reason she wanted to ride through the Tunnel of Terror. Maybe it was that the tunnel looked cool and she was weary of the searing heat of the midway, or the fact that its darkness was appealing to the mystic side of her. Or maybe it was that she was looking for something new in her. I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed, Gentle at first, enjoying the sensuality of our first kiss. Before long, our lips and tongues went wild on each other. This was not a girl at school I was passionately kissing, this was my mom and I wanted to show her how much I loved her. This went on for several minutes before she pulled away, telling me to get up and sit on the edge of hot tub.“Get up, baby. Sit up there, I know how much you love my tits on your cock.” she said with a devilish.