I was slowly torturing her, by fingering her and leaving, I would open the curtains when I knew the mailman was coming so he could see, etc. Then on t...e last time I opened the curtains and went outside to peek in, not realizing I had locked myself out, and left the bedroom door open. All I could do was watch as Marve walked in and had Peggy tied up with her ass in the air, all for the taking. He started to lick her ass and pussy and I swear I could hear Peggy moaning and screaming through the. With that she starts kissing me (my first kiss), tickling me, and in general driving me crazy. After a little while the panic faded and I realized that I really enjoyed what was going on. The strangest thing that happened, however, was that I got weird feelings in my penis and it got hard. This was not lost on Cindy (she was actually a year older than me) who thought it was really funny. I was embarrassed because I had no idea what was going on and what the implications of this were. Talking. As she rounded a turn I read the name on the back of her shirt — …busther. What? A typo on the jersey. Shouldn’t that have been buster? But the it hit me — it wasn’t a typo it was a nickname — Bust Her. It was a play on those enormous tits and the fact that she was one of the toughest chicks out there. She gave shoulder and hip checks that belonged in the NHL. I hoped that I could withstand her onslaught. After the match I waited outside. We didn’t have. ‘Well, someone’s a little eager!’ I said, dropping my bag on the ground and walking over toward her. She jumped off the bed and kissed me with her soft lips. I felt her hands move all over my body. One of them slid slowly up my thigh. As she continued kissing me, her hand started stroking my cock through my pants. I grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed. I climbed on top and began kissing her passionately. My hand quickly found her pussy, and I started rubbing it through her yoga pants. I.