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I could feel myself getting ready to c?m again. I placed my hand on top of hers and helped her rub her own p?ssy. She threw her head back, biting her lower lip. She looked so good right now.
She began playing with her floppy br?asts with her free hand, while furiously massaging her p?ssy with the other. Her soft moans turned to screams as she began to come again, and it sent me over the edge…I f?cked her harder and faster, and at the last second withdrew my c?ck from her wetness, just in time to send the first stream of my hot ssplooge shooting across her belly.
She grabbed my c?ck and jerked me off, my splooge flying all over the place. She milked every ounce of salty goo out of me and then rubbed the head of my c?ck into her pubes. I sat back exhausted and watched as she gathered my c?m with her fingers on her stomach. She played with it, and even brought some to her mouth to taste it. She looked up at me and smiled, her stomach covered with c?m, both of us sweating from the intensity of our mating.

It wasn’t until now that we heard a car door slam on the other side of the house. Faster than I ever thought possible I had my shorts and shirt back on. Dammy was having a harder time. She found her shorts but not her panties. She quickly jumped into her shorts, and then threw on her t-shirt. But my sticky c?m was still on her belly and the wet spots were visible under her t-shirt. At almost the last second I kicked her bra underneath the bench. Suddenly her mom came around the corner of the house carrying a bag of charcoal.

“Well, it looks like you kids got alot of work done today.” she said smiling.
Dammy was frozen, staring at her panties which were on the other side of the bench.

“We decided to take a break, to get our
heads clear.” I responded, trying to divert her mother’s attention.

“Well you might as well stay for supper…you guys get started while I go have a shower.”, she said as she went back into the house.
Dammy immediately dove for the panties and tucked them into her pocket. The whole front of her white shirt was stained with my c?m.

“I think I should go get cleaned up a little too”, she said with a sigh of relief.

“Yeah…I think I’ll just take off too.”
We embraced each other and kissed softly, and then she ran into the house. I got the charcoal stove going and was ready to leave when I remembered something. I reached underneath the bench and got her bra. 36DD. Wow, I never thought they would have been that big. But it was still a nice memento I thought to myself.
And I went home.
Dammy and I went out for the rest of our secondary School, and I didn’t care what anyone thought. Somehow having someone care about her made her more beautiful, and she cared more about her appearance. We did have some more wild sex, but I’ll never forget the first time we did it on that bench.

*****THE END*****

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