It was just pure tenderness and joy from Irene’s side.They had a great time for about 2 months without being caught or disturbed.But one of the boys...(Irene says, it was the younger one, her boyfriend) had started to boast among other boys in their village about him and his brother having lots of fun with Irene.So days later, Irene was on her way to school confronted with them wanting to get their part of fun with her too, otherwise they would make it public. One cannot really call it. Irene watched it all with glazed eyes; Leticia was shit out of luck, it looked like... “Shove two fingers in your cunt -- I want to hear wet sloppy sounds!” I directed, panting, and Kenya did just that -- and in no time, the sounds were in the offing.Pretty soon, Irene was throwing her head from side to side, grunting,“Shit! Fuck! Yes! Fuck! God! Fuck!” She added this shimmy to things that seemed to add to her pleasure, so I maintained a steady stroke and let her find the best way to receive it. He was really into that. For a week we emailed back and forth we decided to meet. He lived 2 hours away and was willing to come to me and rent a hotel room. We decided to meet in at a coffee shop. It was Good Friday and my mom was working so I was able to go out without her knowing. I know not vary safe but when you are 17 you think nothing bad can happen to you. I was so nervous; not only was I was meeting someone for the frist time but I was also going to have sex for the frist time. I had. Without loosing her gaze my hands moved slowly down her upper arms before moving lightly across the front of her blouse. They easily found the large buttons which held this silk garment together, moving quietly to undo each button. I held her gaze still while my hands moved inside the fine material, barely touching her skin as they moved upwards again to ease the garment off of her shoulders, enabling it to slide down her arms. She moved slightly, enabling the garment to fall away.