Speeding up slightly she started to move against me bringing me deeper into her. I gradually picked up speed and then stopped and changed to a few ver... slow very long strokes, slowly uilding speed again my hands shifted to her breasts I gently gripped her long nipples between my first and second fingers, masaging her breasts and gently squeezing her nipples.Her movements grew quicker, almost urgent and she started to let out low groans in time to the strokes. I moved my hands back to her hips. There was a car parked on the road, an old Ford from the seventies or early eighties, when they still made them like boats. I saw Barry Stewart, one of the seniors who had made it so unpleasant to use the school's weight room. He was standing mostly still, eyes closed.I think I knew what was happening, but I needed to see. I crossed the road so that I was looking straight down the side of the car. Kneeling in front of Barry was Gretchen Kelly, eyes closed, her head bobbing up and down on his. Her tongue darted out and licked them. He smiled and replaced his fingertips with his lips, claiming her mouth.While his mouth was busy, his hand continued its course. Skimming over her collar bone, and down to her right breast. He cupped it, letting his fingers gently circle the whole perimeter, spiraling closer and closer to the center. Her areola tightened even more at the sensual stimulation, causing the nipple to stand at full attention. He brushed his knuckles over it, before taking it in. Raine went over to the CD player, loaded her music, picked up the remote and walked back over to where Jennifer was sitting.“You need to move to guest of honor seat.” Raine told Jennifer pointing to the high backed black velour chair in the center of the room.“You mean you’re gonna...” Jennifer stuttered pointing to the chair.“I sure am.” smiled Raine.Raine leaned over and took Jen by the hand and led her over to the chair. Jen looked over at me for some sort of help, but I was just laughing..