. well ... a stud?” Lauren blushed as the words stumbled forth.“Not then I wasn’t. Listen, when did you lose your virginity? High school, right?...How old were you?” he asked.Lauren shrugged. “Heather’s age, sixteen. My boyfriend and I went out to a drive-in, and we climbed into the back seat, and we got the windows all steamy, and then he was on top, and our pants were around our ankles, and BOOM, it was over. It wasn’t all that great, either, but we got a lot better with practice.” She said the. Her face flushed, completely drained out of blood. She had a look of satisfaction. Her brown glassy eyes showed that she was content. She smiled at me, took her leg off my shoulder and sat on my lap again. She bent forward rested her head on my shoulder. I could feel her warm breath. Her breath was short and her heart was pounding as if to come out of her. We lay like that for moment. She started to kiss my neck, gently nibbling as she caught her breath. I was running my hands over her back and. Well browned sausage, plus a little extra butter, got coated with a good dusting of flour and cooked for another minute or two. Slowly adding milk and letting it thicken, then thinning it out again with more milk and allowing it to thicken up again until I got it to the volume and viscosity I wanted. A quick taste told me that adding just a little extra salt would make it “good to go.”I served up the food by breaking open a couple of steaming hot biscuits on each plate with a fork and then. ,’ I mumbled. ‘Hi! No, he isn’t home now, but he should come back in an hour. You can come inside and wait for him,’ she said. Before I had time to hesitate, she pulled me inside. She led me to the very same sofa where I had an orgasm watching between her legs. ‘Do you want a coke or something?’ she asked. ‘No. I’m just fine by now,’ I answered. ‘OK,’ she said and sat next to me. ‘I need to tell you something. I could not forget you after that night when you creamed your pants on this sofa. Now.