Just before she hung up, she said in an exasperated way, "Of course we have separate rooms! Good night, John." She looked at me as she put the receive... down, sort of blushed guiltily, and muttered, "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."We walked (and slid) over to the restaurant to eat supper. As we ate, we heard the workers talking about where they were going to sleep, since it was impossible for them to get home. The highway had been shut down completely by this time, and the parking lots. Deee... peeer!" I was telling Peter to go deeper in me. I was down on all fours on the kitchen floor where Peter was doing me. I was just making pasta one Saturday afternoon when he dropped by my apartment unannounced. And with a hard-on. Who could resist that?My shirt was pulled up, my bra unhooked. My tits were bouncing like crazy and Peter was giving them lots of squeezes as he continued to penetrate me from behind. Turning to Peter, I saw him sweating and panting and making all effort to. As Bob slid up the bed and on to Susan the others watched. Bob kissed her letting his tongue explore her mouth. He felt her breast and after kissing her he lowered his head to suck her tits into his hungry mouth. Susan held his head as he slid down between her legs to taste her womanhood. several minutes later he entered her and started fucking with every ounce of strength he had. Still his mind was racing trying to figure out why he could not resist. Why he didn't want to resist? Why he had to. At first it was very one sided, almost all of the attention was on me, massaging, stroking and sucking me. At that age, that was fine with me! I could easily cum three times a day and nothing made Jim happier. He could expertly edge me to orgasm, over and over, bringing me to the point of begging him to make me cum. As with most boys I assume, I was curious. That’s how I even got to this point in the first place. I began to get bolder and want more. Within a few afternoons, I was touching his.