One Saturday afternoon in late summer I went round to his house and after doing a bit of work in the garden we both went to the back room where we cou...ldn't be seen, we both took our clothes off and, facing each other, we chatted while we both sat on the floor and began wanking. It was such a turn on seeing Tom stroking his thick penis, the head of it was dark purple and much more bulbous than mine, I think we were both getting very turned on as we had to keep stopping, I felt very close to. The wrapped the blanket around herself, while Paul go up from the bed, stroking her red curls in a passing gesture of gentleness, and went to the door, naked as he was. The corridor was dark and empty. Paul was about to close the door again, when something white on the floor caught his eye. He looked down. There, right outside his bedroom door, lay what appeared to be a crumpled pair of girl's panties.Paul knelt down and picked it up. It was exactly what he thought it was. A pair of cotton. There were no beefy buttocks, as my ex-wife had, to interfere with my deep penetrating thrust. Kay let out a quiet gasp every time I thrust my cock deep inside of her. I felt her nails dig into my shoulders. Over and over and over, every third stroke or so, I stuck her deep."Am I hurting you?" I inquired."No, no, fuck no! You're keeping me right on the age! Whatever the hell you are doing, keep it up!"I began to monitor her closeness to orgasm, sticking her deep and halting the process. She was. At that, she was glad she'd turned down the chance to go over to the middle school this year. The elementary kids were bad enough, but when they got a little older and reached puberty, it was hormone hell over there.But, today was different, mostly because she remembered that she'd smoked her last cigarette in her purse in the break room just before class started. There was a cigarette machine over in the high school break room, and it was the closest one she knew of. Besides, she thought that.