Then I took off his shirt. We were caressing each others body’s. He then took off my bra, and then my underwear. He started kissing me. Starting wit... my neck, and then my breast. My heart was pounding fast and slow at the same time. I was so nervous but never felt so relaxed. I then started kissing his body. Then I unbuttoned his pants and took them off. And then his underwear. I sat him upright. I then sat on top of him and slipped his penis into me. I started moving up and down at a slow and. I went over to this lad called Jay who was at the bar. I kind of knew him a bit from school He was in the year above me till he got excluded in Year 9 Jay is looking fucking fit in roughed up old adidas trackies, and fake lacoste top. By the end of the night a few beers had been sunk and he was telling me about all the times that him and his mates had broken into garages and nicked booze haha and it ended up with me and Jay downing a few shots and staggering out the pub. I asked if I could. It didn't take long. Sharon and I were both soon buzzing from the affects of the booze, along with the stressful events of the evening, searching for, each in our own way, some way of alleviating the stress. Eventually turning towards humor in order to do that, though again, another mistake, one in which, neither one of us knew at the time.It was bizarre to say the least. First starting out to laugh at the way dad had looked, his semi-erect prick flopping about the way that it had as he. She looked like a glitter-bomb had exploded over her.I just sat there, mesmerized by the plastic stardust covering her tits. Every time she moved, her wonderful mounds jiggled, causing the glitter to sparkle under the ancient, yellow lights. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and I had to force my mouth closed as she prepared to take my order with an equally glitter-covered pen.I think women know what a show of splendid cleavage does to a guy and her smile confirmed it. "How are you tonight,.