Bill just grunted in appropriate places toindicate he was listening, though he really wasn't paying any attention.He was still wrestling with the idea...s running in head.The next morning Bill stood in the bathroom fresh from the shower eyingthe package of panties in his hand. He had decided to try them justbecause he thought it would please Carol. But now he was having secondthoughts. What if someone found out? What if, what if, what if?"Ah, they are just underwear." He tore the package open. He. I took my time, made it right, and it started us off perfectly.From that point on, it was game on. We were fucking like bunnies, pretty much whatever chance we got, as teenagers will do. Learning about each others likes/dislikes/bodies, the works. She told me years later how she'd be sitting in class and looking around the room at everyone else, wondering how many of them were having sex, and feeling pretty damned good about herself that she was, well, more "adult" then them. Hell, the things. "Getting them something to do is easy," Eric returned, "I didn't buy all those games for nothing." A moment later, he called out to the girls who were waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs. "Why don't you two put your rifles up for the time being, get a couple of your new games and head for the game room? Your mom and I are going to make love." Eric!" Angie squeaked in protest at his blatant comment."Okay," the girls chorused, then giggling, ran on up the stairs with an occasional glance. There she was, just inside the front door on her knees sucking off the pizza guy, Black, of course, k** couldn’t have been more than 19 and had several more inches than I did. The little bastard actually leered at me! Two, maybe 3 minutes later he’s fucking Rach right there on the floor with his pants at his knees and she’s having a loud shrieking orgasm! Of course she made me clean up and he’s standing there making smart ass comments like, “Yo wife loves my dick mothafucka” and “You a sick man.