A Quickie In the Kitchen

A quickie in the kitchen I’m quite a normal sort of person Ì do not steal and only lie with passion. In the house, we lived in there were two flats on the second floor, a lady rented a room and we shared the kitchen with her. Yes, it was not a place where the middle classes cared to live. One day in the kitchen I was fifteen and kissed her I put her face -down on the table lifted her left knee on a chair pulled her pants down and in it went like a knife in an over ripe melon I quickly ejaculated, a geyser of semen ran down her legs she burped ale grabbed a kitchen towel- her own – drying her legs We did this every afternoon till my mother caught us in the act and hell broke loose. I fled to the communal bath-house which also had a swimming pool and stayed until closing time. At home mother sat reading, she looked up said I was disgusting. Five minutes longer she said as to herself and with that woman!