She says that her husband assumes that the tennis guy is tending to those hard to reach, warm and tight places deep inside her. She says, If I deny it... would he believe me anyway? Shes got a point. My guess is that the tennis guy may be lucky enough to rub against some of those sweet places that I cant reach. For a few months weve been fucking each others brains out. We usually schedule a couple of physical meetings each week, and grab other impromtu opportunities as often as we can. Those are. "This is Gina. She's in your class," says Jerry's sister.We stand around, looking at our feet while the younger kids make fools of themselves. I can tell that Randy has his eye on Jerry's sister. I guess I do too.Mr. Kinsley kids me about getting caught in the pool by Miss Jones. "She was concerned because you were alone," he says as if to justify why she had told my dad. I glare at Randy.We go in the water and Randy suggests a game we can play involving the girls riding on our shoulders. They. For me acombination of things happening is great. Paying attention to my clit isgreat. Combining teasing my ass and using your fingers with your tongueis great.Ben did all of those things. He hummed and blew gently on my swollenlips. He sucked and licked and probed with his tongue. I laid therepulling at my nipples and grasping at his hands. Sometimes he held themtightly and at one point even put one of my hands in his hair. I gentlymassaged his head as he gently massaged my pussy with his. This story is about the time Rob (a friend of mine from school) set me up with some out of town business friends of his. He arranged a gangbang with 5 guys at his house. They wanted "bareback" service, which I normally won't do, but this time I knew that these guys were pretty safe and they knew that I was particular who I'd let do me. So I agreed to have unprotected sex with him and his friends.I arrived at Rob's place that Saturday evening at the specified time and Rob was outside waiting for.