With a deep sigh, she slowly sat up, running her fingers through her tangled tresses. Still feeling sore and groggy, she grabbed onto the counter to p...ull herself up. Blinking a few times, she was still unsure what happened. Did Stephen really leave her there, knelt on the kitchen floor, even to sleep there? Alone? She ran these thoughts through her head as she went about her usual morning routine.With the sharp smell of coffee brewing, she hobbled to the bathroom, to take a shower. To get rid. I achieved 6 'A' levels, all top pass marks, so I was no academic slouch and all that mental anguish had drained me physically and made me suffer with chronic masturbation and chat sex at three in the morning, now I was ready for the real thing and got myself on the pill and bought loads of condoms.Oh, and incidentally, I was just sixteen with emphasis on the word 'just'. The other two were my older sister who was eighteen and my cousin who was s*******n, so our parents knew, or thought they. I had to be careful not to be seen and startle her. While on her back, she began to cup and rub her breasts. Her hands were busy all over her body. She enjoyed playing with her tits and her hands started to move to her crotch. I observed her having little orgasms and knew this was not her first time for solo sex. Quietly, I slid away and went into the house. About two days later, I was planting bushes in my front yard. I figured some color would help the place. While digging in a hole and. He was eighteen, the same age as Georgia, but he held himself with the confidence of a much older man. He walked with&hellip,well, with a swagger. He was wearing ripped jeans and a black jacket, made of faux leather, which he refused to take off all through dinner. Georgia couldnt keep her eyes off himshe was clearly besotted&hellip,and, honestly, I could see why. He was exactly the kind of bad boy I would have been keen on when I was her age. He never broke eye-contactin fact, he spent most of.