The sofa broke my fall with a gentle bounce that propelled me back onto his body, into his arms. I leant up, and our mouths melded seamlessly into one. We both fumbled with the other’s clothes, kissing frantically. What I remember is how much nicer it felt when I’d guided his fingers to the right place! There was no pain. Strangely, baring my breasts for him felt more intimate than removing my knickers. Then, I recall the smile that spread across his face as he orgasmed… 

Well, it was fifty years ago. You can’t expect me to remember every detail!