Jack was a great kisser. I was turned on by him right down to the wetness in my panties. He was gentle but at the same moment in total control of thin...s. He walked over and partially closed the drapes with just the smallest afternoon sunlight entering his suite. I slowly backed away and undid the buttons on my blouse to reveal my black lace bra. As if Jack knew my thoughts he motioned for me to turn unzipping the back of my skirt and slowly pulled it down revealing my black lace thong panties. " It's a funny feeling when your dick touches a new pussy for the first time. It doesn't even have to go in. The anticipation of feeling something new and enjoying it really is too exciting. It feels like a d**g. I moved my dickhead up to her pussy. It was soaking wet. I teased her by moving it around her hole. I put the tip in and moved slowly in and out. "Do you have a condom?" She asked. "Do I need one?" I replied. "It's okay but please don't cum in me" I don't know what I'll do if I get. He doubt if anyone reading this story when he was done telling it would ever believe a word of it, he too probably wouldn’t were it not the fact that it happened to him and not anyone else. Hopefully by the time he was done telling it, he would have discovered why he even chose now to write it. Why not simply take it to the grave, as he’d always promised himself that he would? It wasn’t like anyone he’d ever been with knew of it, not even his late Angie or any of their five kids or grand kids …. . but which made sense when she thought about it. She eventually gave up trying to catch him looking at her breasts. She knew he did it, somehow - he’d admitted it - but she could never catch him at it.The primary thought in her mind, when they finally put the tools away and prepared to leave the school was that she felt pride that she used all the tools without hurting herself.“That was a good start,” he said as they went outside. She had offered to give him his clothes back, and put on her.