The weekend continued as it started, with us christening every room and making a mess everywhere, but it was well worth it. When we finally curled up on Sunday I was exhausted, but I had never such a good time. I was young and in love, and getting all the s*x I wanted, and who could complain about that? We managed a quick shower together before work on Monday, but we woke late and didn’t have time for any action. Part of me was glad that all we could do was share kisses, because my well-used hole was sore by the end of the weekend, but every moment of discomfort just reminded me how I had spent the last three days making love with my boyfriend.
Work was even more fun when we could share knowing glances. When one of us came close to the other as we always had done there was s****l tension
