With Jill still excited, she began to wiggle her butt against Jenny signaling to her that she was ready to make love again; my Jenny gently slid her h...nd in between Jill’s legs reaching for her pussy from behind her; Jenny began gently rubbing Jill’s wet pussy’s “little man in the boat” and her tiny puckering rosebud with gentle delicate finger touches. Jill smiled and opened the rear butt cheeks wide apart for Jenny to enter. Jenny slipped her now full grown dick back inside Jill from behind.. We had also exchanged many emails and by that time She knew every detail of my worship. I never dreamed I’d actually see Her for real, be allowed into Her presence. As a life-long girl-worshipping wanker it was always my dream to worship personally, but the thought I could actually meet up with a beautiful glamorous model was beyond ridiculous – what girl would want to meet up with, even be seen with, a disgusting old pervert in his dirty rainmac and baggy wank-trousers?I stood there, feeling. She could sign out on weekends if she noted where she was going, in case something would happen to her. That was back when schools were in loco parentis. But nothing much ever happened to ANYbody. We could legally drink at that age in the state we were in. I was 19 and she was 18. Dr*gs were practically unheard of then, and were verboten in any case! So there wasn’t much trouble we could get into. Neither of us had a car; the worst thing that could possibly happen to us was to wake up. Keeping them crossed drove her nuts. Sexual thoughts ran rampant through her mind, and she didn’t have the willpower to distract herself. What day is it tomorrow? Thursday? God. I’m never going to make it. I’ll be a wreck if I meet him like this. I have to ask him about it. What am I saying? With the girls here, I’m not going to get a chance to play. I can’t even think straight. Are they going to be out tomorrow night? Did Chelsea say she was working? UGH! .