To be f****d by Pierre was certainly a pleasure, but I do not think on that occasion the physical satisfaction was so great. It was more the idea of it that excited me, the thought that I was no longer an innocent girl (albeit one who had indulged deeply in s****l pleasure with her friend), but a mature woman, a woman who had known a man.
It was not long before he spent himself in me, ejaculating with a stifled cry. It was only when he withdrew from me that I discovered his c**k was encased in a protective covering. Later Helen explained to me that Pierre was careful not to expose either of us to the danger of conception.
Pierre got up off the bed. I looked across at Helen, who had been closely observing all this time. She smiled at me. Pierre went to her and embraced her, then led her
