Once my penis was limp it came out and rolled over from her and she put her sweaty hair on my face and smooched me. For the next 15 mins we were playi...g with the tongues & exchanging saliva.She got up cleaned the place and we both dressed and I left her place.Our intimacy started to grow on the same hand we were very careful that our relation should not come out in front on any one. We used to chat and talk only when we were alone. We never got a opportunity to be with one other for a long. The rest of us were excused, left wondering what that was all about. We didn't have to wait long to find out; by the next day word spread that the team had watched a film of the Oakdale High School game they had played the week before against Sinclair. No one seemed to know or care how the film was obtained, and I suppressed the urge to take credit for bringing it to Jordan.On Wednesday, Mr. Bigalow inspected my wounds and removed the bandage that covered my facial scar. It must have looked. I am thirty-three years old and he is thirty-four and a First Sergeant in the Army, stationed at Fort Bliss. But this story really begins when I was a teenager growing up in Norfolk, Virginia. Our family moved to the Norfolk area when my father got a new job with one of the shipbuilders down by the port. I was sixteen years old at the time.We lived in a nice, middle-class neighborhood, but it seemed like the house next door was always being rented out. The tenants were usually Navy families,. ‘What now,’ he said to himself, but into the phone he said, ‘Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I change.’ Brad found Ashley seated in a recliner a short distance from the house. Somehow, it seemed, at least to him, that in the open air and bright sunshine of the backyard, Ashley’s bikini was even more revealing than it had been in the kitchen. Maybe he had seen her in less, but all that bare skin was still sexy as hell. ‘If you can listen for a minute…’ Ashley raised her voice, ‘Up here Brad,’.