Well, these were pretty normal high school girls, all in all, pretty decent looking. I don't remember how exactly what each girl was wearing, but tigh... jeans, tank tops, and halter tops were fairly common that year.They started talking and giggling. I was about to ask them if there were going to sit on me the whole way, but then another girl came back to sit with them. She was a black girl wearing a short denim skirt and a black halter top with a bare midriff. She was decent looking too; tall. "Tara breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe Sheriff Williams wasn't so mean after all. "Thank you, Sir," she said gratefully.He winked at her. "Call me Sheriff Tom," he said, then added: "I'm going inside to start my report, so why don't you hurry over to Brandi's Bras & Things, and get those funbags of yours properly concealed."Tara was confused. "Funbags?"Sheriff Tom nodded at her breasts. Tara looked down at them."Oh. Funbags. Yes," she said, wiggling them left and right, watching them shimmy.. Even though Tara and dated, she also was dating another guy, her former boyfriend that she had dated before I met her. He was black. I'd never met him, at least not face to face, but I had seen his picture on Tara's phone. He was handsome, very physically fit, and his smiling face had displayed an unmistakable sense of self-confidence (though not necessarily arrogance).After Tara and I had been dating a while, she said she wanted to see her ex again; that is, if I didn't mind. I'd assured her. Immediately he jumped between her legs, felt the slippery pussy ready and pushed his penis inside."I'm too close," Joe warned."Me too," muttered Debra.They kept it slow to prolong it, but with their eyes locked and their hands holding the other's flesh at the buttocks, neither had far to go. Just the power of Joe's orgasm, with him thrusting hard and deep through it and his eyes enraptured, loving her and the moment, seized her like a seizure. It felt like a wash of warmth generated from both.