Then it wasn't long after turning 14 that I was walking home one weekend from the movies and this guy offered me a ride and so I got in his car and he...started putting his hand on my leg and then toward my crotch. I wasn't expecting it, but I didn't stop him either. So he asked if I wanted to go see his apartment and I was up for it. We went there and he didn't waste time in getting my pants down and taking my dick into his mouth. He sucked me off twice the first time. Then I would make up. “Well, what else could I do? I let her in.”She asked me about your panties and told me that if I didn’t make her panties just as wet as yours she would tell our folks everything.”With her eyes as big as silver dollars, with her hands instinctively covering her mouth, Heather exclaimed, “Oh my God! I can’t believe this! So what did you do next?”Looking directly into her eyes, I said calmly, “I did as she instructed.”“No way!” was Heather’s reaction, almost laughing. With that, Heather. Robin slowed and began checking numbers. Finally we turned right (uphill) into a driveway that wound through the trees. We emerged at a brown sandstone house with several cars parked along the drive. A thin middle-aged woman with dark hair and wearing a sun dress met us at the door.She and Robin embraced. "I'm Amanda," she said, turning to the rest of us. "Who do we have?" Mary and Tom," Robin said, "Chelsea and Phil, and Adele an Hank."Amanda nodded politely. "My husband is Jake."With that. Before I realized what was happening, she opened the door and slipped out, leaving her panties crumpled on the floor.I heard the bathroom door open. She was walking into the bathroom with Mark, wearing only a tanktop! I lay perfectly still, afraid to do anything, but listening intently.I heard Mark give a quick gasp of surprise and then silence. For a few minutes, all I heard was the sound of running water. It seemed like hours. My mind was going a mind a minute. Was she really just letting.