"Hi Cathy its me, are you okay, is Mark with you?" Yes honey he's here, looking after me as usual." Cathy stunned herself by taking Marks cock in her ...oft warm hand. Mark lay back, he never moved, but it started to grow. This acted like super glue to her hand, she found she couldn't put it down."Ah good, he's a great lad isn't he, it's a pity we haven't had one of our own just like him hey?" Yes darling," she said, her hand travelling of its own accord up and down Marks growing shaft. And in. We used blankets and a comforter or a sleeping bag. Beds are better, though the sleeping bag was interesting because of the heat.”“So how many girls have you done it with?”“Seven.”“And three virgins?”“Four.”“Wait, you said three last time.”“Yes, I did.”“No way!”“Is that a problem?”“No, I’m just surprised. You’ll be fifteen in April and you’ve had sex with seven girls and four of them were virgins. I guess I’m number five.”“That’s true,” I said. “And in every case, they asked me. Just like you. Perhaps they're disapproving, but I prefer to assume they're jealous.At lunch, I ran my foot up and down his leg under the table and we reminisced quietly about the last time we had sex, laughing about how we had to strip the bed after the mess my orgasm made. I could tell he was starting to feel the pressure like I was, and I told him I was longing to feel him touch me. "I adore making you come" he whispered, and I bit my lip. As we headed back to the car, I walked a couple steps ahead of him.. He obediently licked along her skin to her collar bone and bent his knees so that his hardness would be against her, rubbing himself against her pelvic area. "Rip them off.", she demanded breathlessly, sliding her soft pale hand under his shirt. "W-what, Miss Lude?", he whispered hoarsely. She laughed and ran her fingers to his nipple squeezing lightly. "My panties. Rip them off me, boy." He grabbed the string of her panties and pulled, the sound of the tear in the light material.