I felt the pressure was on to get laid or I'd be a virgin forever. And then Lou. He was a member of the cycling club I joined. He was 19. I looked up ...to him because he'd competed in local races ...and done OK. And he was great with new members. Encouraging them, organizing training, helping to tune bikes, etc. I suppose I started to hero-worship him. I'd hang around and watch whatever he did and try to copy him. I went out and got a proper cycling kit because of him. Tight spandex. It did. “We were worried when we heard the crash,” Danny said.That provoked another round of laughter, and Dad stepped aside to wave us into their bedroom. I felt a little pat on my bottom as I stepped past Dad. The destruction was absolute. No furniture maker was ever going to put that thing back together.They’d need a new bed.We left Mom and Dad to wash up and get their own breakfast. Once we’d stripped and gooped up and settled on the raft, I kissed Danny.“OK, Danny, your turn. What happened last. She had the back of her hand clenched between her teeth and her breath rasped in a ragged staccato between her lips whiles her legs spas med in uncontrolled twitches. She was obviously experiencing a total climax, a shattering of her normal aplomb and equilibrium. The invasion of her body had driven her to a point of incapacitation that, to the observer, looked like the effects of an electric shock.He allowed her to calm. Laying beside her and gently massaging her stomach and ribs as if helping. I want to cum but can't. I don't know if you've left. I'm just waiting. My breath slows and my body calms, still waiting for the orgasm but not so close to the edge.Just when I think you've left I feel you parting my pussy lips. You jam something inside, something soft and made of fabric. "Your panties should be good in here for a while."Then you run your fingers up my body as you walk towards the head of the bed. I feel the mattress shift as you get on, even though I can't tell exactly.