I stopped him on the way to our homeroom."I have to tell you about my weekend. Can you come over after school?" Sure, what happened? Can't you tell me... now? Or at lunch time?" No, it's so amazing. We have to do it in private though. You'll never believe it." It was the longest school day I had ever experienced. I thought it would never end. I would find myself thinking about the weekend and I would squeeze my thighs together against my cock making it tingle and get big.We went to my apartment. After all, I still really didn’t know what he was like, sexually.We made it to the front of the store where all the cashiers were busy doing their thing, but not without noticing the subtle looks and glances either at me, or Chris. It was…magical. I mean, guys (and girls) look at me all the time, and I’m sure that Chris knows that he gets gawked at as well, but in my heightened state of awareness, It was like it was EVERYWHERE, just like how everything was reminding me about sex. I can’t. As you said, I am ready to go. Please tell me where you want to start." Okay, the first thing we will do is to give you a tour of my pussy. Gently pull my pussy lips aside and hold them so that my pussy is open and you can see where things happen. You are holding my outer pussy lips that you can see all of the time as a serf woman walks around. What you can't always see are the inner pussy lips that all women have. Some are barely there and some are so large that they push their way through the. I told him about Aaron's experiences as a football player, his girlfriend, his apartment, his car, his NFL prospects – everything I knew about Aaron James Morano.Justin and Joe helped come up with a plan – far more fiendish than anything Kelly and I would have come up with. The idea gave me pause. I asked, "Should we really be fooling around with the man's career?" Why not?" Justin asked confidently. "Didn't he fool around with yours?" I nodded agreement. "It seems like a fair pay-back to me."I.