I was seventeen in the play acting and my mother was forty. We had sex in the same room and even helped each other with difficult customers. It took o...er an hour to orgasm sufficiently to take the edge of my mood. In the end I spasmed continually for several minutes. Afterward I fell almost instantly asleep.When I awoke the next day, I rode the bike around town for two hours. I didn't keep track of the mile. Just as when I ran, I rode for time, not distance. Which made it a lot more fun to. When we stopped to look around, we noticed that everyone was looking at us before they began to applaud. I turned as red as a beet in embarrassment.“Don’t let it worry you, dear,” Aunt Grace who was near us told me. “When two young people are in love, they often lose track of everything but each other.” There were several more slow dances, but Owen and I were more careful to pay attention to the music.I had noticed while dancing that there were several small barrels of beer or ale near the. As I moved my finger back and forth inside her slick love tunnel, I managed to get my thumb against her brown eye and started pushing against it. After a minute of working my thumb back and forth against her bung hole, I gave a firm push and it slipped inside her with a satisfying moan from her. I continued to wiggle my finger in her pussy as I moved my thumb back and forth in her ass and minutes later I noticed her grip on the table and chair getting tighter. All this was going on with people. We'd meet eachother before school and walk together, share a quick kiss at the gates and then separate to go be with our own friends before first lesson. Then we'd meet back up at lunch and then again after school to walk home. Almost every night we would go out somewhere together, even if it was just into his house; of course there was always the sex... for the first week or so it was every day. Several times in school when we were both really horny, the rest of the time we stopped ourselves.