Mortified and pissed at herself, Terri went back to her room just as her husband woke up."Morning, Dear," Terri said, as she went back to her wardrobe...closet."You're up early," Hubert replied."Um... Yes, I guess I am," Terry remarked, as she changed the subject while putting on loose-fitting blue jeans and a black t-shirt."What time did you get home? I didn't hear you come in." Yeah, it was kind of late, so I didn't want to wake you." The game lasted that long?" No... But I wasn't in any. .”“My name is Kirsten, and I think I love you...” she blurted out , and then laughed. Across the table, she could see the two young girls still staring.“Nice to meet you Kirsten. You can call me Fay. Kirsten. Hmmm... Did you know that name is of Scandanavian origin, meaning Follower Of Christ?”“Umm... no. I mean... I was named after my great-grandma, it was her name, she was Scottish. And, uh, my family is not really super-religious. I mean, I don’t have a lot of faith in organized. Her big hand wrapped around my shaft and guided the head to her wet slit."Fuck me boy" Yes Ma'am"I thrust in and out for what I thought was forever and erupted inside her. "Oh George you did it again." Sorry Stephanie." Your still hard" she sounded surprised. Her hand was once again stroking my shaft she shifted her big brown butt a little and pressed the head to her asshole. "Now George push slowly forward" she instructed.With teenage enthusiasm I thrust my hips forward and buried half the. When we surfaced enough to realize where wewere we logged out, grabbed our stuff and headed backto his room… hand in hand. Almost before the door closed behind us we were ineach other’s arms again, this time thinking of whatwas to come. He lifted my chin and leaned over to kissme. Slowly he explored my lips with his. Then heparted my lips in order to explore my mouth with histongue. I was glad for the support of his arms; Idon’t think I could have stood without it. Wecontinued.