I’ve been taking classical guitar lessons.” “Classical,” I repeated. “Cool! I‘ve never heard classical guitar.” “I play a little jazz...” he said, “but I really love flamenco and Bach.” “You said your dad’s a jazz musician. What kind? I mean, what instrument does he play?” I asked as we started walking down the hall. “He plays piano and has a jazz trio. His real job is an accountant, but he plays jazz on weekends at different clubs.” “I’m gonna be a jazz singer,” I told him. It was the first. I´ve said to him: "Do you wanna come in ? Want coffee ?"Self-control didn´t know, but since the supermarket when i downed my dark glasses, was for have a good like on him, i thought myself on the moment i invited him to come in for a coffee, i said to myself very low, almost whipering; "He´s cute!"I suddenly discrete, looked to his jeans pants, and notice the size of the cock of self control, inside the jeans trousers...I was wearing sandals, jeans mini skirt, and yellow top, he could see my. . Uh ... Yes ... Yessss ... YES! I'm cumming! Fuck mmmmm." Jenny was screaming and I had to cover her mouth so we would not wake her mother in the next room.I never expected to be having sex in Jenny's bedroom, but the real surprise of the evening came when I looked up at the bathroom door and saw Kat standing in the shadows with her robe open and her hand in her panties getting herself off watching me fuck her daughter.Three weeks after our romp in the high school gym I got an unexpected. ''You ready,'' he had whispered in my ear. He kissed me. I just shook my head yes. He erection was visible through his boxers. He sucked on my neck raking his hands up and down leg. I shuttered. He held me. His dick want as big as Tony' s but it would have to do. He slid his hands into my panties, easing them off inch by inch. I brushed my hands against his erection. I tugged at his boxers till he took them off. He reached for a condom , I tapped his hand one wasn't needed. My pussy was.