She breathed through her mouth and looked into his sparkling grey eyes. The tip of his cock brushed against her. “Hmm?” was all she could manage, ...nd weakly at that. Tommy gently lifted her right wrist and moved her hand to his cock. Ms. Chapin’s fingers closed around it and tenderly moved up and down the warm, rigid shaft. Her hand felt soft and cool on the sensitive skin and he suppressed a surge deep in his groin. His pelvis rocked subtly. She exhaled audibly and another hand joined its. Anyway, I knew pretty clearly that this was the place I would one day lose my own cherry, just as Tammy had. If only Andy would wait until I was ready.(Come to think about it, though, Emily's parents probably lost their cherries up here too, at least her mother. This is a tight little city, under 100,000, where people are born, grow up, lose their cherries, get married, and stay until they die. They're even buried inside the city limits.)Tammy had told me all about losing her own cherry, three. Each guy had one foot. I was rubbing their balls with my feet then would run my big toe down their ass crack. I know hubby likes ass play. The creep loved to too! I started to rub the creeps asshole with my big toe. I told hubby to suck my toes and get them sloppy wet. I then stuck my big toe up the creep's ass. He love it! He started bouncing on my big toe like it was a cock. I then gave him my other foot to worship and suck. He went to town on that foot. Hubby was eyes were popping out! He. For that 10yrs I maybe let him touch once a yr. He had started really sarcastic toward me after our 3rd yr together and that along with my depression just made me hate him more. We would go to church and I would pray for help with my feelings or get me out of this misery. It was during this time that I met my friend Dana, in 1997. She quickly became my best friend and confidante. She would try her best to advise me but me trying the church thing couldn't let myself listen. She had told early in.