Peter stood up and discardedhis coveralls and underwear slower than Tony had, but when he turned to facePetula (and Tony) both of them gasped. Peter w...as hung like a horse! He hadto be at least 10 inches and thicker than a lady's wrist, and to say it wasveiny was an understatement!Peter dragged Petula along the settee so she was laying at full length thenhe crept forward and clumsily released her tits from the bra cups, then helowered his lips to one nipple and sucked hard. This sent a wave. I had heard stories at a younger age that sometimes, those mists hid spirits unable to find peace in their eternal rest, who would seek out the living and in ways unthinkable cause them harm. Such was not my experience at that time, and I was glad to let the mists wash over me, feeling their faint droplets on my skin. The air was still that morning, I remember well. Interesting that we never know what experiences of a mundane sort will stick with us, and sometimes not even why, but there are. The wind was up that day andit was messing up our hair, so we got into a sheltered spot. Shereached out and gently touched my breast with an extended finger. Theywere not large but obvious under my blouse encased in a bra. My nipplescame to attention and it felt very strange. Janet broke into tears. Shewent on about how she had hoped I would finally develop in time for theprom. We were going to look fabulous together. I started to tear upmyself. This girl really cared about me.Standing back. I straddle his hips and ease myself down on his shaft.“Oh fuck,” he groans as my sheath grips him, “you’re so damn tight, wrap your legs around me,” I comply and he stands, pinning me against the wall of the bathroom, I start to protest, until his hands grip my ass and he slides two fingers inside. My moans are echoing off the walls of the small bathroom and I don’t care that when we walk out everyone is going to know what happened in this small space.“I can feel my dick in you,” he whispers.