I'd watch him slide over the strange skin of his cock, and I'd find the courage to touch my dampness. I'd see his eyes on me. It would be embarrassing... and exciting as well. In the end, I liked him to come first, so that I could finish with his eyes glued to my quickly moving hand, and I could orgasm staring at his lovely face.Mostly, by the time I'd finished he was hard again, his young cock ready for another round. It was a big step the first time I leaned forward and took him in my own hand.. Her fingers walked down his back, over his hip and to his shaft. She covered his hand with hers then stroked, squeezed and massaged his hard shaft before zeroing him in on her entrance. She let him go and told him that he was in the drivers’ seat and to do all he ever wanted to do. He had anticipated what it would feel like to be inside her but it was nothing like his imagination. He felt she was inviting him in with a welcoming hug as he slid deeper inside her. He wanted nothing more than to. It was as though she was moving, talking, and generally behaving differently all of a sudden. There were soft little grunts when she lifted something, almost like it was too much for her. She would just kind of slowly come to a stop when talking. She acted like every action she took, required her to think about it twice or even three times. She was slower in answering questions.She said, “I’m thinking about moving into an apartment.”Benny looked at her for a second. Then the expression on his. There was a narrow ledge running the width of the wall about a metre from the top, but how to get to it? A step up on to a block and footholds far out to the right. How to use them? A tiny indentation in the smoothness of the wall, a marginal fingerhold, but would it do? Once he was standing on those edges the ledge was in reach and once his hands were on the ledge the route was in the bag, but that fingerhold…….. ‘I can do this…’ He knows he must not fall. The belay is about forty feet behind.