"Fuck it hard. Fuck it deep."Scarlett locked her hands onto May's hips and guided her up and down again.As the pleasure levels in her body filled to t...e point of overflowing, she began to groan. This time she didn't care if anyone was listening. The sound echoed through the concrete and tiles of the whole bathroom. Her moans didn't just come from the bottom of her lungs, it came right from her toes.May broke her silence, but only with a whisper. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Swearing was not part of her. It was a hot summer day when I was 11 years old. My 12 year old brother and I were two houses down the street playing ball in the back yard with Eric who was also 12. In the middle of the game, it suddenly started to rain – hard! Eric and I dashed into a nearby storage shed while my brother ran into the house. Eric and I dried off with an old towel that was hanging on the wall and sat down to wait for the rain to stop. I sat on a plastic milk crate and Eric sat on the engine of a lawn. Shit, it wasn’t worth thinking about anyway, it wasn’t as though she was going to actually get a metronome and try it on anybody. *** It had taken her ages to track down a metronome with the correct moving parts necessary. To read the article, which she had by now cut out of the magazine and carried with her, you would imagine that metronomes with hands were commonplace, but every music shop she went to only had digital ones. She tried telling herself to calm down, it’s not as though you were. With a towel in front of her face, she was turned towards Peter and he could easily see a densely tangled bush of black hair just above her most luscious looking ‘Y’.Just as she rapidly lifted her head up from the towel, Rose saw Peter standing in front of her and gasped, “Peter”, much louder than the tone in routine. Other than the surprise, she was not looking disturbed and did continue to dry her hair without attempting to hide her body. Surely she could see the big bulge in front of Peter’s.