The first day in the new High School. Chris wasn’t excited for this change, in fact he doesn't like meeting weird new people, being in a brand new p...ace, and, worst of all, being forced to interact with them, and that was pissing him off.While he was thinking about that, the bus finally arrived at the bus stop, he grabbed his backpack and got on the bus.Upon entering, some people looked at him, and he looked back at them. He looked around searching for a seat but only one was empty. He saw it. My lips inches away, he pulled his mouth off my fingers and started kissing me. Linda, clearly not THAT drunk, was on top of the situation. "Good for you, Stan. I'm proud of you." I guess they had talked about this in their fantasies. Maybe it was something that turned her on, but he was unsure about?Well, Stan was sure about it now. He really got into the kiss. It was only a few months since I myself had first kissed a guy. That first time, having not previously fantasized about it. He takes her breasts in his hands and manipulates her round pink nipples into hard lustful pleasures. She can feel blood rushing to her face as he kisses her lips gently, softly. She cannot contain her lust any further as she pulls him closer. Kissing and tasting. Feeling and touching each other. Warmth covers her body and suddenly her inside. Entangled in this raw, primeval emotion that does not take prisoners, only victims, she submits to him. They fall into ecstasy as he enters her. Wrapping. We took I-64 all of the way to Saint Louis. We had been on the road for over eight hours counting the time needed to stop for fuel and eating.After securing a room at a hotel near the Interstate in Saint Louis, we went out for a dinner of steak and a few vegetables. There was no sex that night, just a bit of chanting following a shower. It was late when we arose in the morning, but we chanted for a short time before having a good workout followed by a fast shower and breakfast, as we were.