As I was getting older I wanted sex more and more but I still couldn’t find someone to date. So, when I was 18 I began masturbating.I’ll never for...get my first orgasm. It happened in the toilet. The door lock was broken and I had to hold the door with my hand to prevent my parents from seeing that I was pleasing myself. I was bringing unspeakable pleasure to myself when moving my hand over the shaft of the cock, up and down. At a certain moment I built the tempo and felt a huge wave of enjoyment. I was squirming in discomfort when I heard Art’s voice again, “What’s wrong sweetheart. Can’t exactly sleep with you dancing next to us.”“Sorry Art. It’s just that I am feeling really uncomfortably warm. You know I wish I could just take all my clothes off.” I giggled. I leaned close to him and said, “I normally sleep naked at home.” I don’t know why I told him that, but when I saw him give me a lecherous smile, I actually felt a twinge of heat in my groin.Art took a long look at me before. "Interesting!" I replied, but volunteering nothing else."Come on, Michael! Don't make me drag it out of you. What happened?" she warned."I have got to get her to tell me how she is able to do this," I thought as I sent her my memories of what had transpired with Nancy Lee."You're right. Interesting is the correct description!" she told me, her brow furrowed in consideration. "Am I to take it that you asked out a young girl who is primed and ready to explore her sexual side with the first, and I. He was just doing short thrusts and his head was popping in and out i could feel myself cumming i said Greg i think i'm going to cum he leant over me and he started to wank me to make me cum, i let go of him and as he leant forward i must have been relaxed cos he fully entered me and as his shaft went all the way inside me i shot my load all over the floor and Greg was now starting to move faster with his thrusts he was holding my waist and hitting me hard i just let myself go, Greg was telling.