Well, someone was having sex, but it was on
the TV. She took his hand and guided it between
her legs, “Feel how wet I am?”
He nodded. Hindi bf Bits of grass
clung to her skin
“I’m a mess,” she said, “need a shower.” She let go of
Matthew’s cock. She stroked his cock slowly, it wept a precum tear. “I’ve got some condoms. Voices, she was
sure she could hear voices. She felt a trickle working its way down
her spine, headed for her shorts. Again the sound of voices,
probably a TV. Eighteen just last
week, the party had been a noisy affair. She watched, chewing her lip. When he saw
it was her, his face flushed scarlet and he started to
apologise. His erection
was gone and his penis lay soft between his thighs. She smiled and told him to hush, “It’s your house, I
shouldn’t even be creeping down here.”
“But …,” he stammered, “this is so …”
She gave a little laugh, “Don’t be embarrassed,
everybody does it,” she
