I asked what she was doing for schooling, if she was taking classes at a college somewhere, and to my surprise she told me something that shocked me. ...he was only fourteen! My mind locked up. Every fantasy that had been mulling around my head, every cry of pleasure I imagined coming from her, was instantly silenced. I gave myself a mental slap in the face for thinking such things. Later that night at the party… After a few beers and a couple shots of vodka, my inhibitions towards her started to. Rather than explaining it, I roll her over onto her elbows and knees. I get myself behind her and thrust my cock straight into her warm and very wet pussy. I do a few thrusts but get distracted by a noise. The vibrator is still switched on. She leans over and picks it up but instead of switching it off she starts to put it back inside her. The feeling of it against my cock almost makes me come instantly. What a terrific feeling; never felt that before. I move my cock out of the way until it is. In half-sleep I could make out a motion through the car window, kind of a blur, as if someone were waving something around inside. At this point I was still in a fog: feeling confused, almost dreaming, still pissed about the loud music but curious as to what the hell was going on. I shuffled back to the bedroom to get my glasses.When I returned I realized that the blur was a guy's ass, and not a bad one either. Now I was starting to wake up. I moved to the other side of the window - trying to. It was mainly down to us that we made the final that year .Anyhow, the best scoring chance that came up in the first final came in the very last minute of the game ; the other side had been packing our penalty area, trying to get a break and their half of the field was empty except for their goalie and their right back .All of a sudden one of our defenders intercepted a pass and cleared to Stan, the centre-half . We were in a fantastic position, because their dopey right back had got himself.