Tucked into her skirt was a light grey satin blouse. She had a cellphone in her left hand and was talking to someone through it's speakers. In her rig...t hand was a lit cigarette nearly half finished. She took a drag out of the cigarette, then tapped her right foot. She didn't notice I was watching her. My car's windshield is tinted so from outside she couldn't see me watching her talking on her cellphone and smoking. She pivoted her hip. She showed more of her inner thigh. My cock throbbed. And it sure was working. I could feel that her resistance was fading away. Because even though she went on objecting with her words, she almost stood there firm, letting me touch her. And i also continued begging her for a view, while i was actually enjoying her body with my touch. The moment i noticed that her increased pace of breathing by the up and down motion of her small but firm breasts and the tightening on the cleavage under my massaging, i knew this was the moment. I didn’t wait for. Jeremys hands kneaded the creamy skin of Abbys breast as he suckled. Nice, so nice, breathed Abby when he lifted his head. You have such a talented mouth. Would you like to lift my skirt and see my panties? Oh yes, whispered Jeremy. He grasped the bottom hem of Abbys pleated skirt, and slowly inched it higher, exposing Abbys small white panties. Take off my panties, Jeremy, Abby ordered softly. Yes maam. The teenager gently hooked each side and began to pull the panties down. As he did he. He was about 6 feet tall, two-tone hair and striking blue eyes. He looks at me with a face like he really doesn’t want another rookie. Little does he know that I did gymnastics at a different gym a few years ago. He shows me around the gym, which is a high-ceilinged building with mats and trampolines all around. The floor seems to have spring under it, for as I walk, I bounce a bit. The man can tell too, because I can see him sneaking peeks at my C cup boobs. I thought that the instructors.