Listening to her tennis experience I tried to concentrate my eyes into her face, but involuntarily they turned down towards her adorable tits, time af...er time. She noticed it but seemed to like my stolen stares. This she confirmed much later.My own problem started. My prick started to get harder. I would at once have left the sauna to take a cold shower, but I couldn’t, as I had to listen to her tennis encounter. I tried to think about my family sitting around us to get my member to take it. But whatever they say remains in my mind. So now when I see Justin at snack-time, I don't just see him but also remember what my friends have said about him. I try to glance at his pants whenever I think he's not looking - just to see if the girls are just teasing or not. And from what I've seen, I think they are telling the truth.I've told you that I used to intend to wait until I was married to my boyfriend before having sex with him, but it's becoming more and more difficult to wait when I'm. The dream had seemed so real and it took a moment to readjust. I opened my eyes and looked around at the familiar surroundings of my room, the digital alarm clock, the flat TV on it's wall bracket and the halogen light fittings on the ceiling. Philip nudged me again."Come on, lazy bones," he said, "You don't want to be rushing around."I sat up and swung my legs out of the bed but sat for a moment, thinking."Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asked."Uh, what?" I turned to him, "Oh, erm, yes. Sorry,. . "aaaaaeeeeeeeeee e", so I piched again, harder. Shegot the message and all that came out of her was a "unnhhhhaahhhh" .I pushed her back against the wall again, got behind her back andgrabbed her pussy.... my hand closing down on the warmth.. and shescreamed again "aaaaauuunnnhhhhhh" . I pressed down harder on her chootpumping it, shoving my dick in the crack of her ass, dry fucking herthrough her salwaar. Her knees buckled, I had to hold her up by herchoot, rubbing her cunt slowly pushing in.