" She gave him the name and phone number of Eleanor Bozwell, and told him to call her.Ron thought about it and decided not to fight such an obvious gi...t. He called her and they went out that very next weekend. Ron's car, and his status as a senior impressed young Eleanor. They dined at a busy pizza shack on the outskirts of town and then headed to the mall to a movie. Afterwards they walked the mall and talked about school and dating and relationships. It was clear to Ron that CeeCee had been. We kissed like that for about ten minutes. I started to kiss her neck and started to move down her neck. She started to moan. I removed her nighty. She was standing in front of me all naked. I was watching her like my dream had come true after all that day.I did not waste any time and started sucking her boobs. They were so juicy. I sucked one after the other and was biting and chewing her nipples. My one hand had already reached her pussy. The low grass gave me full access and I could feel her. I must say Amy was looking hot, she was wearing a pair of hot pants, that were so figure hugging you could clearly see her camel toe, she had black pantyhose covering her legs and a white shirt, unbuttoned to show a bit of her lace pink bra. The one thing I learned about Amy was, she always wore something pink, as boyish as her slim body looked, she only seemed to own pink underwear. Amy opened the door to my girlfriend as she was leaving, the 2 exchanged pleasantries, including a girls kiss on. Plus, bowling is the best sport because it’s impossible to really give a shit who wins.’ ‘You sound like you’re a fan.’ ‘You can call me Mr. 300.’ ‘Surely you don’t weigh quite that much.’ That one got a laugh out of me. A minute of chugging through the subway tunnel passed before Jean spoke again. ‘You want to go bowling tomorrow night? Show off your skills?’ I was taken aback. ‘Um, sure. I think I’m free.’ The subway pulled up to her stop. ‘Awesome. I hope you still think that it doesn’t.