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,
watched as my semen ran down her legs and she
burped of ale. 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 there 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!