After a bit though I couldnt take it, when they began complimenting my Mum and flirting with her in front of me. When she went [so she said!] to fresh...n up before the stripper was due on, I made excuses to go in the other room and drink at the bar.Soon I could hear that the compere had started up a CD of that loud, brassy old time stripper music, [Everyone knows it..."La-la-laaa, De-dee-dee-dee!"] The crowd's cheers coming through the doorway told me she must be now onstage. I turned back to my. It felt like he was that far in me that he was tickling my tummy -- from the inside. His full weight move onto me and his hands went to the table each side of my shoulders. Through the haze I felt him kissing me again, a long passionate kiss. His tongue went deep making my virginal muscles start to work, I could feel my body gripping his prick then releasing it then gripping it. "Cum you bastard cum, fill my cunt with your lovely hot load."As if it was with the flick of a switch his kiss moved. It was June of 1965 and going braless wouldn't become acceptable and fashionable for another five years but Rachel stopped wearing one a few weeks after she started wearing miniskirts. Rachel really didn't need one for support. Her large, firm titties jutted straight ahead like two missile nose cones, stretching the thin, cotton fabric of her blouses to the breaking point. Rachel told me one morning as we showered together, that she loved the way the soft fabric caressed her sensitive nipples,. "Roger Parker, I presume?" I muttered. His face, still red, went almost purple. He lunged at me, grappling me, dragging me to the floor.I might have been an inch shorter than him, not as heavy, but I'd been around the block a few more times. Besides, Roger was just plain lousy at fighting. After a few seconds, teachers were pulling him off and demanding an explanation. "He swung on me," I told them, not telling them why he swung on me. 'Cause I screwed his girlfriend yesterday, after she caught.