You’re leaning into your backhand to your left before he ever serves. You know you can switch back to the right to catch anything he serves. But a p...wer-serve low at the stretch of your forehand would leave you watching the ball go by. You’ve got to square yourself up while you’re waiting for the serve. We talked about that once before.”“Wow,” John said.“No kidding, wow,” Lissa responded. “It was a strange day when we had that practice, but I see what you’re saying. Let’s run a few more serves.. ” Then she reached out and ran her thumb and finger along my hard tool, and with a smile, said, “No stage fright here, though.” I entered Louise again, and after three strokes, I was all the way inside her, loving the snug fit of the walls of her pussy around my hard cock. I started to thrust gently but deeply, just getting into a nice comfortable rhythm, and I kissed her mouth, holding the kiss, as we fucked in perfect harmony. Louise was lifting her hips to meet me with each thrust, and. The milkman didn’t say a word then, just kept staring at me. He didn’t expect what was going to follow. I took the phone from his hand with the intention of deleting the video, but first I watched it. It was a low quality video taken in the dark. It was clear from the video that I was naked underneath the gown but wasn’t good enough to enjoy it. My face wasn’t recognizable in the video, unless the viewer knows that it’s me in it. (I did not delete the video. Hope he doesn’t upload it.)“The. Henry you sit right behind Miss Hendricks." I thought, 'Cool.'Mr. Peterson explained his homeroom rules: Talk quietly. Be on time. Stay in your assigned seat.Abby and I compared schedules. We both had 1st period Geometry, 3rd period English and 7th period Art. I walked Abby to the first class when homeroom was done. We talked every day in homeroom and before classes. I thought Abby is pretty. I enjoyed talking with her. I wanted to date her. I decided to take things slow. To get to know her.