It felt like an hour, even though I'm not even sure if it was a minute. It had the same results as last time; my head was throbbing, eyes felt like th...ey were burning, and if it's anything like last night I'll be throwing up later.I was mad at him for making me do that, I told him so. Again, he apologized but didn't sound like he was serious. I took a nap to try to get rid of my aching head after that. He offered to rub my feet while I tried to fall asleep. At least he was helpful there, it was. Jane was right behind him, and was not quiet when her cunt went into spasms, shooting those marvelous feelings from her center outward. Johnny, experiencing the lubricious sensations of a cunt in orgasm, groaned again as it milked his ejaculating penis.Leniki's two fingers were trapped between the base of Johnny's cock and Jane's labia. She could feel the expansion and contraction of his penis as it pulsed into his mother. She could also feel the quivering of her mother's cunt as it. Anyresemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, isentirely coincidental.It was the last year of high school for most of my so called "friends" butnot for me. Even I am not in sports nor I am popular, I hang out with thefootball and cheer teams because I am the one that makes their homeworkand science projects and they take me with them every party they go. Atthe beginning of each year both teams get together and get one of the bigparties of the year and this year was not. "I won't be at my best," I said. "For your very first time, shouldn't I be at my best?" You already warned me, it might not be so... wonderful. Not right away. Not my first time." Well, yes. But I'd like to give it every chance... Wouldn't you?" No." No?... Why not?" If you're all tired out, and it's late, and everything, and then, it's not so wonderful. If, maybe, it's not so wonderful -- for you, even -- then we can say it was because you were tired. It wouldn't have to be because I was....