.maybe she can help,“ I reply, a tremble in my voice. "Mum...Mum...can you come here please. NOW!” I call, trying not to let him hear the sound of...fear in my voice. I hear her footsteps coming through the kitchen. “Yes darling, what’s the matter?” I am relieved to see her appear at the back door. She see’s our visitor standing there. “Oh, hello.” she greets him, in a strangely monotone voice. “Mum, he says he wants one egg. I said he can have a dozen for one pound twenty, but he just wants. Oreven suspected. One reason, I guess is that I didn't do "nasty things"in the panties I borrowed. I was too scared or na?ve or something. Infact, I didn't ever wank my willie as a child. Didn't have an orgasmuntil I was in college. Which is a story in itself.In high school, I hung out with the audio-visual-club and chess-clubcrowds. If they had a competitive femininity team like many highschools do today, I'd like to think I would have been one of their starathletes.Probably not, though. I was. I could feel my sphincter muscle contracting also as my orgasm enveloped me.As my orgasm began to fade, I relaxed and opened my eyes to see Jon standing by the bed stroking his very hard cock. Jon smiled and said “That was sure one hell of an orgasm you had”. Jon then reached over and rolled me over on my belly and told me to get up on all fours. I knew what was next as I liked to be fucked doggie style and had some of my most intense orgasms this way. Jon came up behind me and leaned over. I rubbed gently and circled the nipple with my finger. I could feel Cindy’s hips shift and lift with an occasional twitch of her other hand between her legs.Em slowly moved over me, careful not to disturb our young lover. When she was positioned, she slowly slid my shaft into her warm core. Cindy’s hand moved with more purpose and rhythm as I teased her nipple, slipping across her chest to give equal treatment to its mate. The hand that had been guiding mine left it and rose to cover her mouth.