You think we don't get a little jealous of each other? We stopped dishing the details of what we do with our boyfriends, partly because you made it an...unwritten rule, but mostly because we didn't want to build up a competition among us. We sort of stopped doing that after we squeezed Liz for all the details we could get from her. We realized that we'd all end up trying to do everything we could in order to have bragging rights or we'd end up lying about what we did to make each other jealous.. ” She shrugged, “I suppose he took my cherry but it didn’t feel like it. Not like it was with you.” I felt ridiculously pleased at these words then immediately felt ashamed of myself, a mature forty-something year old married man who had been seduced by a skinny teenage near-virgin, and one with a problem too. “Who were they all?” I asked, remembering that Hannah didn’t seem to have many boyfriends. “Oh, people from school,” she replied but it was obvious from her tone that she wasn’t being. My purse was still in my hand so I slowly moved it toward the front, then down and under the rear seat all the while attempting to hide my action. I peeked again but pretended I was looking for something in the back seat. He was visibly staring at me and then quickly turned and walked toward the tree, flailing his arms in what looked to me like a pretend stretch. He was soon completely behind the tree.I twisted a little to attempt to get a better view and then realized how high my skirt was. Eric held her and used her mouth like he was masturbating with her head. She was able to grab air thru her nose periodically, but was still feeling a bit dizzy. She wasn't sure if that was the rush of this massive cock in her throat or the lack of air. She jerked her hand furiously to help him along, she craved his cum, she needed it! How did she get here, she thought. He groaned and said, "Here it comes, don't lose any"! His hips thrust upward and he held her head in place. His cum.