But through the material, I could still feel the tufts of pubic hair around the base of his organ, now hard and erect across his right leg. My hand st...ained around inside the small space. His balls may have been a boy’s but his tool was that of a man; not particularly thick but surprisingly long – “especially for such a short chap”, I thought.Still through his soft cotton boxer shorts, I could feel that he was already in a high state of excitement, soaking wet from the pre-cum juices I had. As they kissed his hand went down and pasted the elastic waist band of the sweat pants. She never wears panties and as soon as he reached her smooth shaved pussy she spread her legs just a little to give him access to her wetness. He stopped kissing and whispered you're shaved. She answered totally. He stepped back and squatted down taking the shorts with him. He buried his face in her crotch and holding her ass cheeks he worked his tongue between her lady lips.She bent her knees slightly and. Our priest once told me in confessional, 'That I gave him a hard-on, every time he looked at me'. I admitted to masturbation and listened to him jacking off on the other side when I told him about my sexual dreams and turn-on's.He had his own way of redemption, passing his hand through the grate where I watched him and putting his fingers into my wet mouth, which I sucked tasting his semen with its chlorinated smell under my nostrils.One teacher in school had a reputation for girls bums, always. "I won't take no for an answer." Please stop. You don't know what your fingers are doing to me," she whispered, her voice begging and submissive.I knew exactly what they were doing, but I said, "Tell me what they're doing to you. You feel so wet and juicy. Do you want me to fuck you?" Tommy, oh Tommy, your fingers, oh, oh. I can't take much more." I'm not going to stop. We're going to fuck until I don't want any more."Fingers in her pussy generated a desire she couldn't resist. Her legs opened..