My friend was to drop me near the mall in the suburbia, where I could find pretty much everything. He rushed to another city, so he didn't go straight...to the shopping centre where the traffic was huge, but he left me near the road. I didn't know it was a highway. There was no chance I could cross it. I stood near some bushes helplessly praying for cars to stop, so I could run. It was hot, you can imagine, I wore the shorts and a tight blouse with some silly inscriptions. Then a police car. We get our books then head for band class, holding hands. Needless to say, it gets the attention of many guys. Some are disappointed that I would go with a girl. Some are just happy that I'm happy."Erin? Kacey?" Hey, Andrea!" Hey, girls! What's going on?", Andrea Santillo asks. "I see you're holding hands. Are you two ... you know." We sure are", I say, proudly."Oh my gosh! So tell me how did it happen?", she asks. So I explain to her how it happened. Then she says, "Oh my gosh, that's so. With my hands planted on either side of her shoulders, I slid effortlessly up to my balls inside her sopping wet pussy on the very first stroke. Immediately, I began fucking Wendy in earnest. Her body, completely submissive beneath mine, lurched forward with my thrusts, pulled back when I pulled back. Her pretty face ground into the bed. Her pussy juices trickled into my pubic hair, soaking them, and my thrusts made loud squelching noises. I was determined to make this last as long as I could;. And that was why he was gentle with her. Apart from the fact that his naturally placid nature, except where creeps like McKenna was concerned, wouldn't allow him to hurt anyone he was always gentle because then they always came back, always wanted more of his 11-inch cock.Tina Rowell couldn't see the look of pleasure written across her daughter's face as George Cotton slowly and easily stroked his cock in and out of her tight pussy with long fluent strokes, but her husband could. He could see.