When the boyfriend tapped the window for Angela's best friend to get back in the front seat she said that they were staying in the back seat and he wa... to take them home. Which he did.On reaching home both girls got out, said good night and he left. They went up to Angela's bedroom and she produced the used, filled, condom. Both giggled over it and unrolled it to it's full length.Angela says she was first, but both wanted to know what it, spunk tasted like so each dipped a finger until there. I can still hear her breathing, her panting and her moaning as my body was firmly pressed against hers. As I worked her dress up, she was undoing my pants and letting my cock spring out and within minutes my pants had fallen down around my ankles and my cock was gliding back and forth over the front of her white shiny half slip. I had dreamed of her slips for so many years and now here I was with my cock rubbing against one, I was in sheer heaven. She had on pantyhose underneath and I could. "You wish, mister", she says forcefully, poking her fingers into my breastbone.I smile, lazily, at her, looking down at the fingers, then sliding my gaze insolently up to meet her eyes, and seeing her jerk her fingers back as I do.I reach out, and gently caress her head, my touch slow, and soft, sensual, as I keep her eyes locked on mine. "Would that be so bad", I ask, my tone even, as I continue to stroke her.She looks at me, and I can see the need, the desire, in her eyes. I keep up the slow. I hated math, and to compound matters, I had to study under a tutor's observation. But then, there was nothing much I could do to stop it... So I gathered my books and walked over to her house, rather dejectedly.Before I do go on, a little about the math teacher. She must have been in her mid 20's or probably late 20's, about 5'6" tall, well... neat bust and ass... actually, didnt give it more thought than that. I suppose she was considered sexy. Well, it was not like she looked pretty in her.