And it was, it appeared, a successful route to her heart. Seeing as I’d been invited to be a “live in” with her, our relationship took off almos... immediately. Before I knew it we were sleeping together. And get this…that occurred on the very first night. Okay no, we did not have sex, but we sure played around with each other a lot. You can bet on that. And from what I learned that very first night that I got there we learned more then I ever expected to know about one another. We learned more. I crossed my legs, trying tocover my legs, myself, actually every bit of me, all the time completelyaware of the two guys sitting opposite to me, checking me out from headtill toe.The girls took me for a little walk around Trafalgar Square and showedme some local highlights. I had to confess I was a bit too occupied withmy own highlights to pay much attention. The bouncing of my boobies, theway my skirt flowed around my legs and most of all the sensation ofwalking around in public dressed as a. I obey quickly I an out of my jeans and panties not without some doing.He leans me over forward in one motion taking out his huge partially hard penis and ramming deeply into my virgin vagina.I hear myself moaning already it sounds to me as if it is someone else making the sounds, but I could totally feel him pounding hard, fast and roughly in all the way in to press against my cervix and out each thrust.I feel him getting harder inside my tight little vagina and either I was getting very wet. ‘Thomas is upstairs, sleeping. It’s such a pity he couldn’t greet you. He is awfully tired. You do remember Thomas, don’t you?’ her aunt asked in curiosity. ‘Yes, I do’ Celeste nodded. She did remember Thomas very well. They spent many a summer together, playing outside in the nearby meadows and by the stream. When they became old enough to realise that they could debate, they did so. Every time she met Thomas, she’d already have a topic prepared, and she’d almost always win. He copied his.