Then she told me to lift up my skirt. Like a good Catholic school girl I did as I was told. It might sound strange to you, but one of the core tenants...we were taught in school was obedience to our elders, and like I said, my high school still punished students with paddling. I’d also occasionally been spanked by my best friend’s mother before and was sometimes still spanked by my parents, so getting a few swats from an older lady was not new to me at all. And of course there was also the fact. When got home we made our way up to the bed and I thought we were just going to sl**p. I helped her out of her shirt and bra and she pulled me in for another kiss. We kissed hard and it got me so hard and she reached down grabbed my rock hard cock and began massaging it. I was surprised but definitely wanted to make the most of it. I undid her jeans and pushed them down to the floor. I reached for her pussy and was shocked to feel how hot and wet she was! She was letting me rub her swollen clit. I didn't remember having said anything that compromised Denise's reputation, but I had said enough to help confirm some of what Karen was speaking about.It was only one week until the Winter dance. I had committed to attending it with Harriet Simonson. I had known Harriet all through grade school. She had been in some of my mother's dance classes with me. She was about five three, with darker blond hair which she wore about halfway down her back, usually in a ponytail. She had regular facial. I felt awkward and held her hand but she said it’s ok. She took my tool and explored each inch. I could not help myself so I put my hand on her thighs and caressed them. I could hear her enjoy with the sounds coming from her mouth. So I just got up and took off her nightgown. Now It was my turn to be surprised as I did not expect her to be nude below the gown. Now she was bending and playing with my dick and I started playing with her dropping mangoes. She started getting Horney and kissed my.