I moved onto my mattress on the floor, and we continued talking. It was weird, but we didn’t feel guilty at all, or regret anything. We kept talking...about how we liked it, and pretty soon the flirtatious sexual tension was getting stronger. As we kept talking, she suddenly said “shit, stupid silk pillows making me sensitive”. That was breaking point for me. Just knowing how turned on she was started driving me crazy, “shit” I said “don’t say stuff like that, ok, I already want you really badly. I cut the call and mess her conversation go still. She said me that everyone was going to temple tommrow I asked u also going with them she said no Im not feeling well im not going to collage tomorrow.I went to collage on next morning she called me around 12 and asked can u come to her flat now I asked nobody Is there she said yes suddenly I asked permission from my Hod and went to my apartment when I reached my home I saw she was waiting for in the door suddenly I went inside her flat she. About a minute after Emmy’s orgasm, I couldn’t hold back. I pushed as deeply into her as I could, groaned, and filled the rubber. When my orgasm passed, I put my head next to Emmy’s on the pillow and recovered my breath.Remembering the instructions on the box of rubbers, about a minute later I grasped the rubber, and gently pulled out of Emmy, causing her to whimper. I got up from the bed, went to the bathroom to remove the red-streaked rubber. I wrapped it in a tissue and put it in the trash,. No family, few friends apart from those they managed to make in the home - what they badly needed was someone to love them, to hold them and tell them how important and needed they were.Gemma was a favourite of mine, 12 years old, slim with fair hair and a body which had started to develop. She would come quite often an evening, just for the company I learned, and sit and talk for ages about her life and how she felt about things. She also wanted to know about boys and sex; none of the female.