Because of what I'd said to Doris Gindello earlier, about me going with Karen, everyone had assumed that this was what had Denise so upset.On Wednesda..., Karen returned to school. By lunchtime, everyone in school knew what Karen and I had been caught doing. I'm not sure why, but she talked about it to just about everyone that would listen to her. She talked about our private experiences practically non-stop from the minute she stepped onto the school grounds. I guess she figured the information. Gently at first but then harder.” Their lips engaged. “That’s nice. Put your arms behind my back and pull me to you. Good. Now kiss me deeper as I showed you. Flick your tongue in my mouth. You’re doing great sweetie.” He was enjoying her telling him what to do. It gave him a great deal of confidence. He began to move his hands across her back and down to her ass and then back again, pulling her even tighter. She began to feel him getting hard down below. This was a good sign. . .’ Her voice trailed. ‘Good song – Santana, isn’t it?’ Her smile was genuine. ‘Yeah. . . thanks.’ ‘Despite dating myself while robbing my recreational resources in less than a minute, I felt relieved as she moved her legs and allowed me to escape. Smiling at her briefly, I headed for the park bench that was all too familiar, unaware that she was just a few steps behind me. Mabel wasn’t there, probably had to bake something for the church. Musing it was a good thing since I was scantily clad in. " Well, uh, I guess it's OK then. It just seems a little weird. Um, who starts?" She was off-balance, and feeling the first stirrings of jealousy. She wasn't too sure she wanted Stick seeing Gordon naked, or Gordon seeing Stick naked for that matter. But the idea of seeing what Stick looked like was interesting... "I think Gordon should. And we should get to watch." Stick volunteered."Hey!" Gordon said, "Why me?" Because there's two of us and one of you." Stick giggled. "C'mon boy! Get outta.