She hadn't been able to concentrate all evening.All her mind wanted to do was dwell on the things she'd done with Skip, and all her pussy wanted to do... was throb and itch and cry for more stimulation. She had to resist the urge to stick her finger up her cunt, had to force her itchy fingers to keep turning the pages of her history notebook, which she was only pretending to read.A few minutes after nine a car pulled up outside. Jenny heard boys shouting and laughing, heard a car door slam, heard. I wondered if he could tell how I was feeling. “How are you Sarah? I’m so glad you decided to come”. He smiled and I melted all over again. “I’m OK, a little nervous I guess. I keep imagining someone is going to come in the rose garden at any moment.” I giggled nervously.“Don’t worry Sarah, this is going to be fun for you, for us both, the whole park is practically empty I just checked it out, the likelihood of anyone stumbling across us is really remote, so if you want to cry out or squeal,. I'm a nice B-cup but no more.Also, I just didn't look to get fucked just to tell my friends I'd been done. No, with all the horror stories I'd heard about screaming and pain, blood, all that, I wanted someone gentle, caring, tender. A guy who would stop if I asked him to. How many would do that?And, I grew up in a pretty small farming town in the Midwest. Secrets just didn't exist and so many guys bragged about every sexual conquest that I didn't want my reputation smeared all over our small. He could hear her giggling at his idiocy as he trotted down the hall as quickly as he could without running.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Embarrassed, Justin did not leave his room for the rest of the morning. It was just before lunch that Mel entered without knocking to inform him that his mother left to get.