Not that I'd tell Cindy, I couldn't. Janet would get into too much trouble, and I just thought it wasn't right for a guy to "fuck and tell."Janet was ...married, and she was in her twenties. I was only fifteen, and she could get in trouble if I told. I had to protect her; I was in love with her. And now it seemed like I had to protect her from her husband, too. I had no idea what was going on, I was lost, and I couldn't find comfort in my real family. Cindy at least knew something was going on and. Moving lower, I kissed him on the lips. We made out as he continued to stroke me. I reached into his pants and returned the favor. It wasn't long before I came, shooting my jizz onto the floor. That brought Reza over the edge, and he creamed his shorts."Shit, I didn't think of that," I apologized."Don't worry about it," the coach said, "he can just run naked and I won't mark him down."Reza grinned and pulled off his shorts, then used him to wipe my semen off the floor. The shirt came off too,. Amazingly, I dozed off almost immediately, my face buried in her hair and my awareness consumed with her scent and warmth.Sometime around five, I was dimly aware of Fran stirring and pulling back the blankets."Huh?" I'm really witty when awakened from a sound sleep."Gotta tinkle. The tea."I lay there, half-conscious, hearing the water running and the toilet flushing and missing her in my arms, starting to doze. Then I felt the shift in weight on the mattress - and then another one. "Make some. Her thong was wet, and I could smell something else ... how do you describe the scent of a cummed in pussy? Especially a pussy that has only ever been yours? It was a weird revelation. I know her cunt smells like after I've filled it – but it wasn't my spunk – it was different.She really was fucking around.My heart did somersaults. I had dreamed of setting this up – but there I was standing in our room, holding underwear with pussy and cummy stains.But my usually emotionally cold and clinical.