I followed some girls through the yard and into the school. By that time I was attracting a bit of attention from some of the girls as well as the boy.... To put it politely, the girls weren't happy with me, but the boys were. No one passed any comments about my age so I guess Jon was right, I could still pass as a schoolgirl.Inside the girls I was following went to a locker room. I followed them in and pretended to be sorting my bag out. After a couple of minutes I went back out into the. I uttered very few words, but my moaning led him to pursue his goal and push his tongue deep inside me. Slowly at first and then with increasing pressure. His tongue slid up and down circling my clitoris and then finally pushing that tongue into my waiting pussy. I felt my internal fire exceed my normal temperatures as I really became aware of his hot lips kissing mine down below. I felt if he touched my clitoris at this point that I'd shake into a powerful orgasm on the spot. The warm, probing. .. usually. It was Liz who she was really jealous of. Her house was always clean, but her husband Ed, helped her."Oh how I wish David would help out a little sometimes," she lamented, as she tiredly put the second load of laundry into the washing machine. Of course he would never stoop to do anything as menial as "woman's work" as he called it.She remembered the night she'd asked him to help with the dishes. They'd had some friends over for dinner, and there was a pretty good stack of them. At Brad’s home the TV was turned on but it wasn’t watched. They engaged in doing some kissy face before they decided to call it an early night and go to bed. They as it was expected to made love but it was slower and more caring than it was from the week before. If Brad was asked to rate the love making with Tessa on a scale of one to ten he would give it a twelve. Simply put he would sum it up with the old saying that went along the lines of that “Tessa was something to write home to mother.