I busted out with ‘I’m a senior, I’ll have a boyfriend after prom, I just want to fuck on the prop room bed before I graduate. You seem up for t...e challenge.’ He looked like a little boy defeated. Oh god when he tried to kiss me it was like CPR with a slug. Instead of taking of my blouse to really play with my tits. He liked my blouse pulled down with my bra hanging out. He squeezed and mawled my tits. Not once did he touch my nipple much less suck on them. Then the weirdest thing happened. He. Just to be sociable, even though I was a much stronger swimmer than her, I used to swim near Doreen in the pool. I confess I did used to quite like following close behind her when she was doing breaststroke. Each time she kicked her legs, I'd get a great flash of gusset. That's an old pool trick of mine. I just can't resist it. It's a bit like taking any chance you can get for a glimpse up a woman's skirt; like when she's on an escalator or something.Quite by accident (true!), from time to time. My pussy had a mind of its own and deep, explosive orgasms wracked my tiny frame. Heather, upon hearing me come, let out a yell and I felt her body shudder and release, likewise. We shared our first orgasms together, clinging to one another, not two children anymore, but two young women. I buried my face in her neck, her face was still, believe it or not, covered by the blanket. As we lay there, still occasionally shuddering, Heather lifted the blanket off of her face and we stared at one. I will do everything in my power to keep you apprised of whatever plans my aunt has in mind. Take care.”“Interesting,” Beth said. She glanced over at Tiffany, Molly, Katelyn and Bob. “May I assume you were the friends she referred to?”“Not just us,” Tiffany answered. “Scott and Lisa came down. Stacy, Emma and Taylor came up from school. The ‘Children of the Cornbread’ showed up. Phil’s other friends from SouthPointe were there: Mitchell, Ann and Rachel. Joe and Annette Pepper helped us out..