I felt a pang of pain deep inside. Suddenly all I wanted to do was to take her home and spend the evening drinking white wine in our garden. Like we...had done so many times over so many years. But I had agreed to let her go.Maggie boarded the train and I saw her find her seat. A man in a suit was sitting in the seat opposite hers and as he saw her starting to lift her case to put it on the overhead rack, he stood up and took it from her and put it in place. Maggie smiled in thanks and they. Most people called them the Debs and some called them sluts. Rigby was not sure what they meant but he knew it was bad. He had also seen that some boys, usually called jocks, had peroxided their hair over the summer and now had orange or yellow crew-cuts. And then there were the motor scooter guys, mostly ninth graders, who roared around before and after school on their Cushman’s, giving girls a ride and racing each other.At the end of the second week of school there was a Saturday night dance. In the excitement, my dick quivers and flicks against your lips again, creating the same reaction except this time you bite your lip. You release the grip of your legs slightly and slide down a little pushing your waiting lips against my throbbing cock, gravity starts to take over and slowly you slide down the full length of my shaft as it buries deep inside your hungry pussy. You feel my balls touching against your thighs, meaning I’m all the way in!With the water's help, our hips move. I never knew washing my car could be so much fun. We went in for supper. After supper, Mom said, “If you men will clear the table, Britt needs to come upstairs with me.” Dad and I shrugged and took everything into the kitchen and rinsed them for the dishwasher. When we got to the living room, Mom and Britt were sitting there waiting for us.Mom grinned gleefully, “It’s better than I had imagined.”Britt’s eyes were shining again. She wouldn’t tell me anything. She just said, “Trust us.”I shrugged.