So it was my turn. I really didn't know what to say. I have had some great experiences, but I didn't want to share anything. So I took a chance, "Ther... was this time that I was at the beach with these five hot girls and we just fucked all weekend long." We all laughed a lot at that one. Soon the mosquitoes and chill chased us inside. The girls all decided to change in to sleeping clothes and then meet in the living room. The living room was to be my bedroom as well, with a fold out couch.I. ”“It’s OK, Katy. It really is.”“But now I got you hard again...” she laughed.She twisted and once again I felt amazing pleasure from her mouth, lips, and tongue. Katy got the same result as she had before, and when she was done, we exchanged another French kiss. We cuddled for a few minutes, then Katy led me from the sauna to take a cool shower. We dried off, and dressed, and then she led me upstairs for a soft drink. We sat on the couch and cuddled while we drank them.“I didn’t mean to put. “Oh my fucking God” I mumbled partly because this shit felt amazing, but also knowing a packed train would be pulling up in seconds. It was as if the train was an overdrive switch for her, as she got more aggressive and sloppy with the toppy. “Shit here comes the train.” I think to self. It stops, but she doesn’t. The doors open and I look over. I see the lady who was on the phone walking to board. She looks over her shoulder and spots us just as she crosses the thresh hold. Her mouth drops.. Her parents viewed our blooming relationship with I think a little amusement. I don't think that they believed we were going to last beyond high school, but were willing to let things progress naturally. I never got one of those "if you hurt my daughter..." speeches from Mr. Langston, thank god. Mrs. Langston smiled a lot when she saw us holding hands or cuddled on the couch doing homework, but it was like one of those "ain't the kids cute" smiles.Things progressed like that pretty much all the.