“Are you looking up my skirt” Sally said waking from her slumber and before I could answer she had gone again. Was she asleep or just pretending? ... couldn’t work it out but she had drank 3 glasses of wine. Seeing this pussy clad in tight red panties was getting me going now so I parted her legs wider to get better access, I was sure that as I did so she helped as she moved herself forward so her arse was on the edge of the sofa. This made it easier to get my head down there and as I started to. I pleaded with them,whoever they were, and I hadn't seen anyone, but I pleaded neverthelessto be let go or at least not to suffer.There was no response.Trembling I gathered my hair into a ponytail and slipped the helmet on myhead.It compressed against my skull right away, cutting off my oxygen. I lostmy hold on it, lost my balance and fell, scrambled to my knees, anddesperately tried to get my fingers beneath it to get it off, but it wastoo late. It had me.Oxygen rushed into my nose and mouth. It's not like I tried to learn about girls. While the other kids in my class hung out after the final bell rang, I would rush home after school and wait for my younger sister to come home and hang out.Karen was one year younger than me and just as shy. She too was tall and thin and seemed to always be wearing a sweater. Like me with girls, she never had any boys competing for her attention. She stayed to herself while walking home from the private school she went to and seemed to spend that. The last time we fucked that night, it was on the overstuffed chair in her bedroom. I sat in the chair, and Millie sat on her knees straddling me, facing away from me. We fucked slowly, each lost in our own pleasures. As I fondled Millie's breasts while she fucked away, slowly, my mind was on how incredible this all was, me thirteen years old, sharing sexual pleasures with a forty three year old woman. When we came, almost at the same time, her a few seconds behind me, it wasn't intense, it was.