Her car wasn’t in the drive when I pulled in, soI fixed myself a drink to clam down and began the wait,full of anticipation.Around seven o’...clock I heard a car pull in the drivewayand was relived, but when the doorbell rang I knew itwasn’t her. Sandy greeted me as I answered the door,all but walking in, as was his custom around our house.I felt a little nervous, I hadn’t expected this at all,I offered Sandy a drink, and he sat down, chattingabout something that had. Over time, I found out he was the owner of the game room, and it only made sense because there were other younger guys that worked there. A lot of students liked hanging out up at the game room during the day and sometime, even into the night, and on weekends. When you first walked in, it was a record shop, but there were also pinball machines that lined the walls, along with other video games, and several foosball machines in the middle. At first, I really didn’t take notice of John, but I. Ohhh, God, that feels so good,” she moaned out. Mrs. Jennings started to moan and her body started squirming so much that she would wiggle away from my tongue and I had to put a hand under her butt and hold it tight to keep her in place. I teased her with my tongue for a while longer and then inserted my index finger into her pussy; she was so wet it slid in very easily. I then inserted my middle finger and then ring finger into her and started to finger fuck her as my tongue continued to. It should have embarrassed me; it did, I guess, but looking at Tony's frightening green eyes, at Mike's big, masculine hands, I couldn't even work up proper teen-aged indignation. We left under great protest; I went to my house and Shannon went home. An hour later, I was in my first floor bedroom. My parents were upstairs watching "Carousel" on tv; I had shut my door but could still hear it through the ceiling. I was bored to tears, feeling antsy, reliving each moment of my exhilirating.