10 minutes passed and I was sporting a hard-on. My hand was on her waist, hers on my chest, and it was clear that this was going to be fun. Unfortunat...ly, I heard the garage open, we both did, and we quickly went back to "tutoring". My mom came in. Parents have the WORST timing ever."...and you carry the x so that y is equal to-" I said, trying to seem like we were doing something. Well we WERE doing something, but you know what I mean."Hey how are you kids doing?" she asked."Oh not much, just. With one last push he was deep inside of me, I felt so full and I yelped and bit down on my hand. He started at a slow pace, getting his rhythm right. With each thrust I moaned in pleasure and breathed heavily. He dug his fingers into my hips harder as he began to pick up the pace and thrusted into me with all the force his muscley body. I bucked my hips up so he could go deeper inside of me, It was the most unbelievable feeling I had ever witnessed. “Ohhh…fuck!” I whimpered as he continued to. My older sister tried to help. We talked about girls and relationships. She tried to help me make some sense of the break-up. Eventually, we both decided that it was best to let go and move on. Maybe later in life, these things would make sense.To help me take my mind off of things, my sister offered to take me mountain biking up in the hills near our house. She told me to wear swim trunks because there was a creek where we were going that we could swim in. I went and got changed and came back. .One day, my grandma was helping host the local church jumble sale, which gave me several hours in her house alone. I wandered into her bedroom and opened her Victorian wardrobe, admiring her collection of basques, girdles and suspender belts as they nestled with her lacy bras and panties. My young, trembling fingers gently caressed the soft fibres and my young prick hardened almost immediately in my trousers. The softness of the underwear and the faint perfumed aroma coming from the depths of.