I saw tears forming in her eyes and I realised how hurt she was feeling. I put my arm round her shoulder to try to comfort her but she was tense and t...ied to shrug it off. But I persisted and drew her to me. She let go, weeping quietly at first, and then sobbing hard as her face buried itself into my neck. In between huge sobs she said, "How could he... do this to me... I thought... he loved me."Of course he loved you, silly thing, he didn't forget you did he? How many girls your age are. .. we're not screwing him, if that's what is bothering you." Well, that wouldn't be any of my business..." Adriana started."No, it wouldn't," Connie agreed, somewhat less tactfully than she had intended, "but we're not going to lie to you. If he decides to make love to us, well..." Her blush wasn't from anger.Denise pulled up a chair to sit closer. "We're not tramps, Mrs. Carter. Before you make any judgments about our intentions toward your son," she said, fighting to keep the giggle out of. My arms go around to his cock, sticking up, and his balls jiggling as he pushes closer to me in the same rhythm I had used on him. I pull my tongue out and finger him. I push finger by finger until only my thumb doesn’t get in. I grease my thumb and slowly apply pressure. He gasps, grunts, moans and sighs as I push my thumb in. Inside his ass, I curl my fingers into a fist, and fist fuck him, going deeper into him until my wrist was at his asshole opening. He was gasping, bent over, in pain,. She looked over her shoulder quickly to see if her dad had seen her do it, and then poked her head out the window to see if any of the boys had caught it. She saw all three of them tangled up in their falling bicycles as they all tried to grab her bra where it had landed in the grass. They were whooping and waving at her as her father slowed down to stop at a light. She suddenly realized they might try to ride after the car to catch up to her at the stop-light, and she ducked down in the back.