FUCK! She couldn't believe it. Either Meg had mistakenly given her the wrong number for her cell phone, or she done it on purpose. No, she thought. Me...g wouldn't do that to her. And she was right. In fact, Meg HAD made a mistake, and given her the wrong number. The week before, after their eventful get together, Meg had transposed two of the digits.Katie sat at the dining room table in stunned disbelief. Here it was Saturday morning, and Meg expected her that afternoon at Golden Lake. It was. My next door neighbours i had said "Hi" to now and again, a mother and her daughter. Mother i would guess in her mid 50s and daughter probably late 20's. I didn't really pay too much attention as i don't with any neighbours really.Then, a few weeks ago, one Sunday afternoon, a lovely sunny day, i was just in the back bedroom opening a few windows as the house was too warm and saw the mother, layed on her front, in a swwimsuit, dark blue, bare back so back just covered her ass really, and christ. My legs began to burn from the exercise. Vincent moans and grunts muffled my by tits bombarding his face. My fingers dug into the seats as the pleasure started to spread from my toes to my burning thighs, and upward throughout the rest of my body. “Ride that cock,” he said, as he raised his hand only to slam it back down on my ass with a loud slap. I jolted slightly from the impact letting out a loud moan. He raised his hand again and slapped my ass hard. I increased the speed and slammed. It was also a good opportunity to skive for an hour with no teacher to tell us what to do. It also enabled us to pass the girls’ tennis courts and sports ground and ogle the girls in their short sports skirts and see their bare legs and knickers.On one run I was with another boy, Andrew. We reached an area where the path led through thick bushes in a far corner of the school grounds. Andrew suddenly stopped, looked around to check no one was watching, then pulled his shorts down. His penis was.