Teresa Smithy was everything I ever thought I wanted in a girlfriend. In my eyes she was perfection from head to toe. The only problem was she was as ...ung up on Reverend Jim as Mom was, and wouldn't give me the right time of day. I kept my eye on her and noted that besides the "good reverend", she would also occasionally hang out with a small group of guys Jim called his "Righteous Warriors". I reasoned that the only way to get closer to Teresa was to get in good with these guys, so that is. Great I thought, that’s all I need is a lecture on what I should or shouldn’t be doing. “Now, wank it for me,” she continued. My eyes opened and I looked up at her. “Wank it for me, pump your cock with your hand, I want to see you spunk all over yourself,” she urged. I continued to look at her in disbelief. She smiled at me and bit her lip. “Wank your cock, or someone may find out what you have been doing!” she threatened. I never liked being threatened, but the last thing I wanted, was for my. She didn’t deem them proper for a young girl. Maybe being out here where no one would see her mom had relented or just hadn’t noticed. During the past year Shelly had matured. Her hips now had some curve to them and she had filled out more on top. I was maybe ten feet back and was amused at her carefree gait. Maybe it’s just me, but some girls just seem to develop a swing to their hip as they move. That was Shelly. The loose tails of her blouse covered her. She ripped my soaking wet tanga off and without any warning she penetrated it inside me. I could feel it in my lower stomach it hurt like hell but it was so damn exiting. She gave me one of her knickers to put it on. While I was leaning on bed with legs up putting on her panties I saw her getting ready for the game . She pushed down her knickers and I saw that she had an exactly same pierce in the exact same spot. Now I smiled at her and knew what she was smiling about before. The thought that.