So I’d slip away after school, and meet her at her house, where we’d spend the afternoon fucking like maniacs. She was so into me that she did pre...ty much whatever I wanted, and before long, we’d built something out of it. It wasn’t love-no fucking way. She was too heavy, and too country-redneck for me to ever seriously consider calling my girlfriend. Their mom, Abby, liked me too. Debi Sue and I were always finished and dressed by the time she came home from work, but the look in Abby’s eye. It told me my parents had gone out and wouldn’t be home until the early evening.In the kitchen, I made myself a sandwich and had a glass of Cranberry juice.You need to add some vodka to that.Why, Pussy? I don’t drink.It’s never too late to start. Anyway, no time for this. You need to go to your room and masturbate. I want to have my first orgasm with you.I blushed and put the plate and glass in the sink. I’m not sure I can, the bible says...Look around, we are in the twenty-first century . Fuck. Although am a regular reader but somehow never got time to narrate my own incidents. Am 24 yrs old now, while am writing this and this happened around 7 years back when I was in 12th standard.Am Sachin, I hail from delhi (West Delhi). I have gained some weight now but I was quite skinny those days. But I had intellectual looks. I was good at studies too. Since I was a regular guy I didn’t expect a lot of attention except academically, but I was good on socializing front and had a good group,. Almost immediately, Byron reached out to Eileen and began to run the material along the neckline of her dress through his fingers. I could only imagine that he was asking her about the material, as a cover for getting his hands close to her. He ran his fingers up and down the material, getting closer and closer to her tits. Eileen was doing nothing to stop this, and I could tell she was getting turned on. She leaned a bit closer to Byron then whispered something in his ear. She kept her face.