In Harry’s mind it was the best summer of his life. Like any hormonal teens they started experimenting with physical contact. The farthest Harry g...t with Susan was third base. They were almost caught by Susan’s mother. Fortunate both still had their clothes on. Susan had to conceal her open jeans behind Harry on her bed. Susan was equally frustrated with being caught as Harry. She promised that they would do more soon. It was the morning of Harry’s 16th birthday. Harry was shook out of. It felt so madly beautiful.Slowly he began to ride me. His hard cock jerked up and down at every stroke - it looked totally cool. He put my hand around his hard cock and let his hot ass on my hard cock rotate. He was getting faster and asked me to meet him. "Los, Martin - push me - deep and firm". "Mmmhhhh, ahh, ahh, jahh - you're doing well, your cock feels great, it's the right size for me, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes."We had quickly found our fucking rhythm. Frank I jerked the same rhythm. I. My own t-shirt was soaked with sweat as we pulled up into the shade of the trees, panting vigorously.“Holy shit!” Scarlet panted, then glanced at me apologetically for her cussing. I just shrugged it off. “It’s so hot. I don’t think I can do any more.” Sweat was pouring down the sides of her lovely face and I realized the sweat made her even sexier. “No worries,” I assured her. “That was thirty-five minutes. Not so bad.” We were both panting, our lungs reaching for more air that seemed depleted. "You're late," Sheila announced with a frown as I entered her office."Better late than never," I stood before her desk."Better never late, take a seat," Sheila replied as she shuffled and arranged the stack of papers on her desk."Congratulations, you're now a citizen of Liberty Mountain's Sisterhood. Welcome to our society," Sheila gave me an ironic smile.Sheila wore her casual attire like a uniform. Her faded jeans were a perfect match for her lumberjack flannel shirt. She looked like a poster.