This is what I should be doing back at Rachel’s house. But it felt good; her hot hand on me.“It’s kind of funny”.“What is”?“Your skin is...really soft but at the same time you are really hard”. She very gently wrapped her fingers around my cock and let then slide slowly down to my balls. She let go of my shaft and pushed my balls around with a finger. I cautioned her, “Careful, they are sore”.She moved her finger back up my shaft. “Why are they sore”?“It happens if a guy is hard too long”.“How. It's kind of fun thinking back on these times. I wouldn't do it now but hey it happened when I was younger and so what can you do. Here goes....Friday rolled around and I had already begged my parents to let me stay the weekend at Colby's and they said yes! I couldn't wait. School dragged along because we both couldn't wait to hang out again. We had already made plans to first play in his back land which was about 3 acres. He wanted to try out his new BB guns. When school finally ended we. The rhythm of their movements quickened. The other hand slipped down to where they were connected and began to stroke her clit. Her hips responded by grinding down on Carl's cock and on his hand. Could she... ? Could she... ? YES! Her orgasm flooded her with light and warmth. Carl's hips rose and she felt him shudder under her.And then the dam burst. Heather began to sob. All of the tension that she had held inside; the arrest, the agreement with Madame Carronade, the year of waiting, the fear. All I had to do was imagine Bobby being with another woman. At that moment, Bobby ran over and hugged me. I allowed him to wrap his arms around me and comfort me. He rubbed his right hand through my hair. “Shh, it's going to be okay,” he promised. “Everything is going to be alright.” “Just take me home,” I cried. “This has been a really tough day.” “Alright, let's go,” Bobby replied. Bobby stared at the road ahead of him as he drove. He remained silent. I knew I had to say something. I.