We fell back into our Friday night date routine throughout March. Each date ended with an intense but short groping session. My hands and lips were in...imately familiar with every inch of her boobs. There were a few short forays below the waist but they were fended off swiftly. I was encouraged when Missy began to explore a little, too, moving from rubbing my erection through my jeans to sliding her hand into my underwear and onto my cock. I never actually removed my pants, and Missy never. My rigidity never ceased as I continued to plow her cunt. A young girl’s pussy is small, only so big, not able to accommodate very much. She was full of dick and now chock-full of warm slippery cum, something had to give. The night air was still, not a sound other than my dick making disgusting squishy sounds as it nailed her forcing out excess cum around my dick collecting in a pool beneath us. At last I began to soften finally falling out of her gooey hole. Her yellowed flowered pajamas had. Even the good feeling I had while he was touching me was disappearing. All my friends were asking how was it to have sex with Paul, he was one of the most handsome guys in our class after all, and I lied, saying that we were waiting for a special moment. I couldn't let them know that he didn't even turn me on.That's when it happened. Paul had got his house to himself at the weekend and asked me to sleep with him. A big part of me, the one who accepted, wanted to go on with that and carry on.. .. listen." She began to move toward her.Mother immediately turned and went out of the room. Rosy followed her to the door. She stopped at the door and watch her climb down the stairs. In the silence of the darkness, I could hear the gentle sound of my mother's footsteps as she descended the stairs.When the sound of her footsteps subsided. Rosy turned and switched on the night lamp. A dim yellow light filled my darkened room.I was shivering and sweating profusely. I wiped my face with the bed.