" "If you say so." I said. The road was more of a dirt trail. After some time, we came to a clearing and she asked me to stop. I parked the car on the...side of the road and turned the engine off."I noticed the way you looked at me in the cafeteria." Cathy said. "You like my legs ?" "Ehm, yes." I said. "Would you like to touch them ?" she said and with that took my hand and put it on her thigh. "How does that feel ?" she smiled at me as I gently touched her thigh. "Your skin is so soft. I love to. His cock bobbed in front of me, stiff and eager. I fought the urge to kneel, to slip off the bed onto the floor and take him in my mouth. The urge to run my hands up the back of his thighs, over his buttocks, while I kissed around his groin. The urge to plant kisses along his shaft from base to head, to play with him, wetting him, before taking him, swallowing him whole.How long had it been since I gave a guy a hand job? I did it so often in high school. I remember the first time my boyfriend. ” I obeyed him. I laid on the desk, propping myself halfway up with my elbow, my legs dangling off the edge closest to him. I spread my legs a little as an invitation. He grabbed my knees softly, moving my legs farther apart. He stood closer to my opening. He guided his copius length into me, going slow. pushing as deep as he could, intently watching my face. For signs of pain, perhaps. I grasped his arms, making a quiet moan. He slowly pulled back, partially out, then pushed back in. “How does. Monica just loves sex, she's the most sexed-up girl I've ever known. When she's horny, she just goes at me. I love it.We'd use Monica's house some, but her little sister, Myra, is kind of a snot. She's thirteen and cute like Monica but is really kind of a brat.Anyway, Monica is sixteen, like me, and a cute redhead. She has real pretty breasts and, naked, she is a mass of freckles. Her bright red pubic hair is trimmed into a little heart right above her slit and she says that her heart is mine..