I used to get harder seeing the actresses dance in short clothes in the films. Thinking of them I used to shake me off in the bathroom when I go to ba...h. Even, masturbation was new to me. One of my school friends told about me and the night when I tried it, wow, it was a great achievement for me.Since, my both parents were employees, I used to stay alone in the house from the time I come back from school. So, I used to get lot of time alone for my self. During that time I used to check all TV. She was dressed rather plain. Light green, but somewhat tight sweater and a nice grey skirt. I got out and ran my hands up her skirt to her nice little hump. I could feel her wet gash and asked her if she was ready. She got in the car. I kissed her and right away she stuck her tongue in my mouth and grabbed my crotch. She wanted to give me a hand job on the way to my place, but I thought this would be too much. I was nervous on the way back to my place, but was excited. My penis hurt. "I owe you a confession, though. Even though you and I agreed to allow the situation at your work place to continue with all of its sexual weirdness, I had problems. Most days when you came home, I just pretended that I had worked through the day with only the anticipation of hearing about your sexual exploits at work in the evening. I pretended so that we could get turned on and satisfy our excitement together afterwards in bed. Actually, on those days, I was close to being a basket case. He grinned and pulled my top up over my head tossing it to the side. He removed my bra while I peeled his wet shirt off his body. We stood close, skin-to-skin, as small warm raindrops fell on our bodies. I licked a drop off his nose. He grinned and licked one off my lips. I felt a warm gush between my legs when his wet warm tongue touched my lips. I moaned and pulled myself closer to him. He responded by kissing me long and slow. My hands rubbed down his back and under the waistband of.