I finish getting dressed. I notice an envelope on the top shelve where my helmet was. Picking it up and looking, written across it was “go go Diamon... Dillon” I smiled, thinking how cool. I showed the envelope to some of the guys standing around. “we got this dudes” . Six forty. Suddenly there is a loud shout at the doorway. It's Dustin and Hunter. “Mustangs---IT”S GAME TIME” !! All the boys light up in cheers and hollering, and do the traditional spitting of snot in each others mouth.. My tuition class was going in a wrong direction. She touched my feet with her feet this time and agreed. Then she raised her legs, and touched my legs below knees and got surprised that I was not cold.She raised her legs more and started touching my thighs. Man! That girl was doing, whatever I was demanding from inside. My little dick started raising again. As I was in a half pant, she started massaging my thighs with her feet. I don’t know who was teaching sex to whom? under the dining table. On the day after my little stunt nothing really traspired, and I was relieved because that probably meant I had been careful enough. My neighbour had removed all her clothes from the clothes lines and not a word had been said but I was a bit sad: although the experience from the night before had been intense I knew I wouldn't get that lucky again.I resigned and tried not to think about it until the next morning when I was swept off my feet as I walked into the backyard. There they were, the red. As we started meeting more often the intensity was increasing more between us to have sex. Then there was another problem no of ours places could be used as we always had our family members around so we had to find a different location where we wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone and have uninterrupted sex. I remembered a location where we could enjoy and informed her same, initially she refused but later on agreed as her friend would also accompany us with her bf.Finally the day came and we.