"It's good to meet you, Mr. Young," Zack replied as he shook the usher's hand."Enjoy the services, gentlemen," Mr. Young said. He leaned in close and ...dded quietly, "Make sure you guys beat Oregon next Saturday." We'll do our best, sir," Zack answered. The rest of us in the pew seconded our leader's sentiments.We settled in to enjoy the candlelight services. The church was narrow compared to my church back home, but with a high ceiling and beautiful exposed wooden arch beams. The stained glass. His testicles came up against her face and he ground them against her chin, mouth and nose hard. She tried to turn her head away as she felt the sweaty skin rubbing against her face, the wiry pubic hair scratching at her sensitive skin. He made her inhale his essence, the pure heart of his arousal; a few moments longer before pulling back to instead push the head of his thickness back into her mouth. He didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath, but rather immediately thrust his full length. We never really dated, we were just friends at the time, I found out later she had a crush on me but was a bit bashful afraid, or unsure to say much. Back then she was so naive like so many young girls. I graduated and had left for college a year or so before she did., and never saw her again until after we were both out of college. In her senior year of High School she dated an older boy and this had been her first and only real boyfriend, and sexual experience, I found out later that their. I grabbed a bucket and a large sponge from the kitchen and went outside. “Oh, hi Isiah” I said acting surprised to see him.“Afternoon, Heather. I see you are in the mood to wash your car too.” he replied. “It’s too nice of a day not to.” I tell him, without revealing my true motive. I start to rinse off my car, while keeping an eye on the handsome stud just fifty feet from me. “Oh shoot!” I said out loud. “Isiah, do you have any soap I can borrow, I don’t have any.” “Sure.” He said and walked.