He kissed me and then asked me to go put on something sexy so I could give the guys something to look at while they were losing to him at poker. I lau...hed and said I would. I went upstairs and finally decided on thigh highs and heels along with a little sexy see through dress. I got dressed and went downstairs and some of the guys had already shown up. I decided I would be the bartender so I started going around fixing the guys drinks and they kept looking at me and then saying things under. I just kept stroking steadily as more cum spurted out and onto my hand and wrist. As it stopped coming out, his grip loosened a bit but his hands never left my round firm mounds. It actually took less than a minute from start to finish. If I was to guess I would say that I stroked him for a total of 10 quick strokes. I looked at him and he just stared back at me, like he was trying to make sense of what just happened. I gazed down at his hands and he just removed them: -s.. sorry. Dont be. I. My senses reeling, I can actually smell the scents of the barn stall, feel the hay pressing against my back as he lay me down, frantically kissing me, excitement coursing through our veins at his victory in the arena. I cling tightly to his neck, never wanting to let go when I feel his hand on my breast. At once my nipple hardens and I tense, awash with feelings I had never felt before. I was barely 18 and he was the first boy I had ever dated. I had never allowed him to do anymore than heavy. We started going to our college football games again. I went to about half the games with him.We went to a party one night and he invited a young couple to come to the game with us. I had a bit of a problem with this because he never asked me first. The man, Carl, is a substitute teacher at our school. He's only twenty-four and has tried to flirt with me time and time again. He says he likes older women.His wife looks like a teenager, although I learned she was twenty and they'd been married a.