As we rolled apart a loud clapping began. “My baby sister was right; I only thought I’d watched two people fuck before. What you two do is so far ...beyond that, I don’t know what to call it.”Becky and I just looked into each other’s eyes and smiled, both too exhausted to respond. Most couples deal with a wet spot in the bed, we had a mostly wet bed but fell asleep anyway.The next morning, I climbed out of a still very wet bed, dressed, and went to do chores. Becky and Aunt Maggie were sound. Marsha was eighteen now and she was all grown up with respect to the “getting laid” department. She was a snickering graduate of that interesting course of instruction and didn’t need any pointers from me about the facts of life. I didn’t know if she had a full time boyfriend, because she was a secretive bitch, all things considered. Still, she packed her tight boy jeans with her special brand of teenaged nubile female goodies and seemed to attract feverish attention from usually passive old. ”Close by, Melissa, Kendall’s mom were chatting with Beth, Elizabeth and Susan. They saw Paul and Kendall talking but noticed that Paul was looking down at Kendall’s chest. Gina walked towards them and said that she thinks Paul is teasing Kendall about her big boobs.“Oh my goodness Paul, don’t be a jerk like the others, please!”“I can’t help to be a jerk sometimes, especially if I’m looking at your two beautiful eyes.”“But you’re not looking at my eyes!”“Yes I am, they’re really beautiful, and. Her jaw hung open loosely, her eyes rolled back in her head, only the whites visible as her body felt overwhelmed by repeated surges of energy which caused her hips to spasm involuntarily. Each rush of pleasure shot through her hips, pulsing through her upper body and erupting from her throat as a high pitched cry. Fifteen seconds or so later, the orgasmic plateau passed and the slapping which could previously be heard was now replaced with a damp squelching sound due to the flood of wetness.