Our team’s supporters would have to travel this week, as we were playing on the other side of Albany, we didn’t expect much since it was only the ...reshman team, the two other teams were playing Saturday, so any support was more likely to go to them instead.We boarded the bus right after school. We were all happy when we finally arrived after the long ride. There was a rush to get into the changing room to use the facilities.When it came time for the game, it was obvious that the home team’s. Jules, just stay away from her… you’re a really nice fella.” I’d felt a little taken aback by what Joan had said but on the other hand I did kind of admire Gina for getting her own back on guys that treated her badly. Of course if I’d been out with her I would have treated her like a lady and with total respect. It was the kind of fella I was. “Thanks for your concerns, Joan, but I’ll be fine. I’m a big boy now.” “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I’d then gone outside and sat outside on. I wanted to pitch her on the desk and stick it in and go wild, but I didn’t. This had to be savoured. She put her small hand in my hair and pressed my face against hers and the tips of my fingers met her soft pubic hair – no underwear! – and slowly, I explored her with my fingers. First the mound. Then the lips. Then the nub of her clit and she moaned into my mouth and I slid a finger inside her and she began to thrust back and forth on it. She pulled open my shirt and gave me electric kisses. She places her hand on the side of my face. "There is so much more for you to learn." She starts to remove my top.More than anything is the natural flow of everything she does. Every kiss she starts, every sentence she speaks, every sweeping touch of her fingers, every movement she makes seamlessly sliding into the next. It's almost a slow and subtle dance stretched out in everything she does. Even the way she's moving to undo your clothes is graceful in her very own way from her fingers, to.