But it soon got better and losing my virginity became more fun.When I thought about how gay boyfriend (he really doesn't have a name, stop wondering a...out it) right this moment was getting embraced, kissed and pounded roughly, of course, I got all fuzzy on the inside. Sure, I would have liked to also be able to see and hear what was happening to him, but just sharing the fullfilling sexual intercourse was already satisfying, in a way. It wasn't the complete experience but somewhere half way. Of course just like me, I was fucking with him, I had a double meaning in my saucy remarks, and why not, I fancied him and would have dropped my panties if he asked, but I was not wearing any, and I was wet as hell, the excitement of spending on something new had me in its grips, besides we were alone in the shop, and I was horny.He was s*******n and clearly flustered, and sounded sexually immature, but for me, he was an ideal fuck-toy at this very moment in time, youth and vitality, a boy. . I mean did we... ?” I felt like an idiot.“No. You haven’t been up to it so far. I haven’t given up hope, though.” She threw that off as if it was just a saying.“How long have I been here?” I asked. She looked at her clock. It was nearly ten. I wasn’t sure if it was morning or night.“About 34 hours,” she said calculating. “It’s Wednesday morning.”“My God,” I said. “I need to check in. Riley will be panicked.”“Don’t tell me Riley is your wife,” Peg moaned.“No, my partner,” I answered.“Thank. When I came back she had my denim miniskirt and my blue netted bra. She then quickly picked up my phone and started watching the pictures in my phone. my gallery was full of my selfies in ladies clothes and make up. It also contained a video in which I was sucking “kartik-my pucchu’s cock” with other gay porn videos.I was caught red handed. She gave me a strange look. I was standing there expressionless thinking what to say. She then quietly got up and gave me a kiss on my lips. I was still.