As they lay panting, still connected, Billy had a million questions. “When did you start doing this?”Betsy thought for a moment, “About twelve h...urs ago, more or less.”“WHAT!” blurted Billy, “Who with?”Betsy smiled, “A girls isn’t supposed to ‘kiss and tell’ so I bet that applies even more to fucking.”“But ... but ... I’m not some silly girlfriend. You just trusted me with your body so do you think I’d go blabbing around?”She got thoughtful, “I guess you’re right. But it’s just between. She was overwhelmed and perhaps aroused (my guess) hearing about Arpi and Ali’s nonstop fucking in my house. I did not restrain my language and she did not mind my using four letter words.By the time I finished my story, she had gradually snuggled into me in an attempt to console and to comfort me. I had her almost in my lap. I placed my hand on her boobs over her gown. She did not push it away. I got a bit bolder and I squeezed her full breasts. Her bra was just for name's sake. Her breasts. He knew what he was doing and started getting me close very quickly. Then the terrible sound of the outer door opening caused a spike of fear to shoot through me as I scrambled to re-seat myself. I made it just as the inner door opened and another man went to piss. My heart pounded in terror and lust. The man finished at the urinal and washed briefly before leaving us alone. As the man washed, I saw the finger stroking back and forth and when we were alone, I dropped to the floor on my knees,. Then I crawled up her trembling body, ignored her begging and her protests, kissed her tear stained cheeks, nibbled her young tits and drove my beautifully curved and rigid rod into her dripping pussy. She climaxed almost at once as I ripped through her hymen and then another orgasm rolled through her barely ripe body when I mounted higher and buried her engorged clit in my pubic hair. I could actually feel it vibrating as I crushed it again and again. I was both well-practiced and well.