She started to get the hang of it and she asked me where do guys hands go? Is it always at the hips? I told her know I am just doing that to control h...r movements. She then backed up her ass and said do her like it was in the club. We started grinding harder and harder until I began to feel something. I told her to give me a sec and discreetly tucked my cock by my belt line so she does not feel it. We continually grinded and we were actually having more fun with it. She let me slide my hands on. Fuck all of you."My outburst got the attention of everyone on both practice fields; even the band stopped playing for a few seconds. Mr. Boren had no other choice but to reward my actions with the demerit and a promise of a second one if I didn't immediately start running.I ran for two solid hours, stopping to walk only when the pain in my chest got so bad that I had to slow down. Why hadn't I told Ned what had happened in the cottage on Saturday night? There was no one at school I could talk. It was the weekend, we are both young and in Italy, obviously we are used to dress accordingly. I wore high heels, a black skirt, a crop top (top court, in which we see the belly). Under my skirt I had a black thong, but no bra under my top. I arrived first on the spot and I had a glass of white wine to cool off. The more time passes, the more I begin to believe that my friend will never arrive. I'm already at the 2nd glass of wine. It is then that a man in his fifties approaches me and asks me. The next time she sucked me all the way off she did the same thing, only that time she hadn't swallowed it all and she pushed it into my mouth with her tongue. Again, it didn't do anything for me, but it drove Debbie wild. A week later she asked me to go down on her just after I'd fucked her; I did and it was great! Coming out of her pussy my cum tasted nothing like it did when it came out of her mouth. I don't know whether it was the combination of her juices mixing with mine, or just my.