They were lying on the bed, kissing and fondling each other while he looked at pictures in a photo album. The feel of her firm young boobs was wonderful and the dress, stretched tight across the back of my hand, a sensory bonus. And then, with a mind-destroying suddenness, they leap to life inside her, trembling madly. You deserve no more. Royalty, they said. But when her hand descended onto my belly I drew my breath in sharply and I felt my buttocks clench. Between her thighs the hair was matted, wet from her secretions and my own saliva. Within seconds, a torrent of love juice flowed over my chin and down onto the bedspread. One night, she said, bowing her head. It was the first time I'd ever been with another woman.