She barely made it into the bathroom where she took a long hot shower trying desperately to feel clean. She noticed as she dressed she had bruises alo...g her breasts and her body. As she dressed she desperately hoped if she continued to be good it would not happen again. She knew if she told her mum she would be locked up in the juvenile hall like school for her mother would never believe her.She headed into the kitchen where she foud her grandfather was already gone from the house but there was. I started to spray my hot cream inside her virgin choot and she moaned in pleasure and I was still pounding her till my pressure reduced and I pressed my lund deep and embraced her and dug my head in her neck and she also embraced me we lay still.We both were gasping and we were silent and there was only the sound of heavy rains after while my lund slipped out and she gasped and I looked at her and she smiled and we kissed each other and I got up and she also got up.She looked down and she was. I didn’t really know the guy very well but remembered he was on the wrestling team a was a grade older than us. My memories of him then were kind of fuzzy but I remembered he was kind of short and muscular enough but didn’t really seem like a jock. I don’t think he was a very good wrestler either. My teammate explained to me that dude was kind of weird but really cool and the best part was, his parents were pretty well off and rarely home. So we headed up the street to drink some beers and hang. With the other hand he was reaching back under his balls. Not being able to see I assumed he was also stimulating himself anally. That thought caused my own to twitch in possible anticipation of some digital attention.I desperately felt the need for some additional stimulation. So I raised the vest top I was wearing to a position above my boobs and started to squeeze and knead my right boob. The fingers of my left hand squeezed and twisted my hard little nipples ruthlessly. The sharp pain was.