Well, remember, my folks are coming up for the weekend, we are all going out to dinner tonight.’ ‘Oh. OK.’ I did not want to go to dinner with h...r folks, the truth was I had been thinking of some way to explain to Kathy that she and I probably were not going to be headed in the direction that she had planned. I had even figured on doing that when I let her in but it’s darned hard to try and explain something like that to a woman who is happily sucking on the old pecker. She had already. I would have this little escapade to fulfill my imagination for the entire day...and most likely, for days to come.All that morning, I could think of nothing other than Samantha. Her hair, her figure, the way her clothes hugged every curve. Closing my eyes, I could still recall the scent of her; I was held captive by her 'girl next door' aura.******Throughout the day, it had grown slowly overcast and threatening outside. When it was time for me to leave, a steady rain had begun to fall. I. “What ever you want Em. You got to see me cum so it’s only fair.” Lets not forget that to this point I hadn’t fingered a chick much less seen a vagina. My only experience was what I saw online and some crude jokes my dad and his mates made when they were drunk one weekend.I slid closer to Em on the couch. I moved my right hand to her exposed tummy. We both jumped a little when I touched her. My head was swimming. Slowly I made little circles down past her belly button. At her waistband I. Mr Whitehead 'harrumped' and told us to be quick about it,no messing about and to not forget to wash our hands afterwards.Maybe he was one of those pervs I later became so knowledgeable about and was wondering if we'd be 'messing about' with each other in the toilets.Anyway,we quickly made our way to the toilet block and Chris dashed into a cubicle,"Come on Paul in here,wanna show ya something"Whoah! Now,unless he'd hidden something in his shorts pocket,like some toy or other,the only thing I.