I didn’t have sex with Sally, she had sex with me.”I smiled and whispered, “Yes she was, she was sucking Tommy Kline’s cum out of your pussy a...ter he fucked you.”Mrs. Smith asked, “What do you want?”I smiled and said, “You.”Mrs. Smith said, “Okay. Tomorrow at five o’clock, my office, and bring Sally with you to clean me up afterwards.”I replied, “See you then.”The following day I knocked on her door. She opened it and Sally and I walked in. We both made sure that the door was locked. Sally was. “You’re enjoying it, I can feel it,” she teasingly said after some minutes, having lowered her fingers and rubbed the wet spot that had formed there. My panties were slid to the side, my lips left open for her assaulting fingers. I could only imagine the wet noises as her fingers slid between said lips and stroked up and down; getting a generous coat of my arousal before they moved back to my now exposed clit. The first flick of her slick fingers felt intense and the car swayed slightly thanks. Uh oh. Now what?"Sure." How about we swim without suits this morning?"Oh yes, Kate, I thought to myself.I smiled back."Race you into the water, Kate."She beat me because she was already stripping even before she made the dare. That was a good thing, because my appreciation for her spectacular curves, now revealed, was all too apparent.Her eyes were cornflower blue, and she had the sort of skin an old rake dreams of.I read that in a story once, and it described Kate perfectly. There wasn't a. I thought he was the most handsome boy I had ever seen. Big brown eyes, shiny dark brown hair and the kind of lips that are meant for kissing. And on top of all that, a sexy British accent that sent shivers through my spine, even at that age. I heard over the years that my aunt's female friends would ask about, and even had affairs with my cousin. My grandmother kept his graduation picture on the mantle in the living room surrounded by various other special occasion pictures of the family. My.