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We ran with a crowd of mutual friends and that is how I met her, she was a close friend of my buddies GF. We ran around our small town as often as possible, going to the movie theater, Having ice cream and burgers at the local A&W, and on weekend we went to the lake for swimming and fun in the sun so to speak, Well it started on a evening at the movie hall, don't remember what was playing, we sat at the back of the theater, Tammy sat next to me, After the lights darkened for the start of the movie, I felt Tammy hand on my leg, being a young red blooded teen I put my arm around her shoulder and my hand d****d over her breast, as the movie continued I caressed her big boobs with my fingers through her shirt and bra, she continued to rub my leg and up to my crotch, of course this had the desired effect of my cock springing to life, she rubbed up along the zipper line feeling my hard cock, I caressed her tits more aggressively feeling her nipple harden with arousal, I glanced around and. "Get the fuck out" he said"Are you crazy. Were 5 miles from my house" You should have thought of that before you hurt me. Now get out"He sped away as soon as I got out, letting the cars motion to close the door. I took off my high heels and started walking. By the time I got home the soles of my pantyhose were shredded and I could feel calluses forming. I saw Sally moving around her kitchen. I had promised her id call when I got home to tell her about my date so I figured id go over instead. As soon as she answered the door she said, "You look a wreck. What happened”?"I had to walk home" He made you walk?" It was either that or suck his dick”"Shhh" she said, "Poky is asleep in the living room”Afraid that he might have heard me I peeked in but thankfully he seemed to still be asleep. Seeing him in pajamas reminded me how young he was and once again I felt bad about teasing him. While sally made me a cool drink I hiked up my skirt and removed my ruined pantyhose, tossing them in the.
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