. and the mad old lady next door who has arguments with her shoes, but I don't want to talk about that. Still don't know what I'm talking about? Heres...the start of the story.... I was skiving P.E last Thursday with Shari (it was last period and too hot to do ANYTHING, let alone run about in a manky PE kit in front of pervy boys (and girls, LOADS of the girls at my school are bi or lesbian - including Shari) so can you really blame me?), and we were sort of smoking. When I say sort of I mean we. Sobbing against my neck, she held me as tightly as her muscles would allow, and it was a good thing I was in as good shape as I was, otherwise my ribcage might have buckled beneath her grip.I had to work hard to keep my lungs pumping, but I did and endured her hug while rubbing her back and repeating over and over again into her ear, "I love you, DJ. I love you. I love you."I repeated it more and more, never wavering, never slowing, until eventually her grip eased up, and her sobs subsided. At. That worked like a bomb, he grudge-crawled up to me so we were face to face, and we both had our mouths wide open rolling our tongues around each other when I felt his coke can dick glide into my soaking pussy. He was too long to bottom out in me so he kept one hand around the base of his dick while he fucked me with it just so he wouldn't go too far and hurt me. I really turned him on cause he came in me in less than 5 minutes, whispering stuff in Spanish against my neck which tickled and I. Yeah, it's straining and bigger than a plum, but just as shiny. Then all of those prominent veins pulsing up the sides of that amazing shaft. I put one hand on Ray's shoulder and one wrapped around his dick and I couldn't close my hand all the way around it. I had a little come when I first grabbed a hold of it. My little white hand holding onto that huge black shaft, moving it around on my tits, working it over my nipples which were hard as could be. Each time I'd move the shaft over a nip, it.