"They went into the pub and Harold bought Ellen the white wine that she had requested and himself a half pint of bitter and, as it was a nice day, the... returned to the table outside where Ellen had been sitting.They chatted away amicably and Ellen had two more wines and Harold another half pint, all purchased by Harold despite Ellen offering to pay.They had been together for more than an hour and there was obviously some sort of mutual attraction but both were reluctant to push things in case. For starters, what would happen if we practiced at the house? Bernie and I both felt that the cave was much too far away to offer much protection. The last thing we wanted to do, would be to bring trouble to our folks. Their safety was the most important thing. Ann was the one who came up with the best solution."If there's not a big hairy hurry, why not go ahead and build the house we planned to for us next to the cave? If we explain the reason to our parents, I'm sure they will go along with. We got into a spoon position. During my solo practice sessions, that position delivered the fastest results. My foreskin covered the tip even at erection. I used it to gently tease her inner labia. I found her vagina and pushed in. She was ‘virgin tight’ and I had to use the foreskin to slip inside.She clenched in pain; I calmed her down. I massaged her breasts whispering that it was all good. I applied steady pressure on her vagina. Eventually, the initial pain subsided and I began to gently. I crossed my legs tighter and gripped down harder. My panties were soaking, causing droplets of my own juices to run down my legs and drip from the tips of my toes onto the floor. I felt something building inside me, something I’d never felt before, something brand new. ‘What was it? Should I stop? NO!’ The washing machine slowed down. I was so disappointed. I wanted to feel it. Feel what had been denied to me my whole teenage life. I loosened my legs slightly allowing the chilly basement air.