My bedmate for the evening was such an experienced observer to such going-ons she went to sl**p with the sheet over her head to drown out the noise. E...posure and insecurity on such nights taught a young thing such as myself, what sex organs were for, as looking out on the action, one could see all aspects of pleasure unfolding before her eyes. I saw my mother sitting on a strangers lap, both nude, glass of wine in one hand, being kissed fully on the mouth, and holding the kisser’s cock with her. A thunder clap rolled over me, preceded by a jab of lighting that had flickered in my peripheral vision less than a second before. Boogers, I thought, pretty damn close. Thunderstorms were common in the area and, this time of year, were prone to spawning tornadoes. I comforted myself with the fact that I at least ought to be able to get indoors before any twisters hit. A few second later, another lightning bolt struck—close, I thought, probably striking the stadium, and the accompanying thunder. So you asked me to get some files out of the bottom drawer and as you looked down I could see your breasts and nipples. you had to sit down to avoid your hard cock jumping out of your trousers. As you watched me bend down to pick up some files my skirt got caught on the arm of the chair and exposed my bum - no panties either. you could see my bum hole quite clearly.you thought it was you birthday and saw your chance to have some fun. So you told me to shut the door and put the engaged sign up.. “Why would it be? I am a man, you’re a woman. Our strides differ, our physical strengths differ, that’s all,” I state before taking a sip of wine. The next morning we lay in, just enjoying the comfort of each other’s bodies after our romantic night out. At some stage, she started exploring my body while lying with her head on my chest, her fingertips navigating while we talked about nothing in particular. I felt the effects of her caresses but left it there, I was enjoying it too much to.