By now I had my jeans open and rubbing my pussy as best I could, it was feeling good, but I knew it would take more than a finger on my clit to satisfy me. Indian sex I would often go the sandwich shop after dinner and sit and visit with Peggy when it wasn’t busy, and a new boy, Rodger, started hanging out with us. Because of a popular song from those days, she hated being named Peggy Sue, so I had called her Peg or Peggy since junior high. The rumor was, he had some girl pregnant, and was down here visiting his relatives while things cooled off back home. I would often go the sandwich shop after dinner and sit and visit with Peggy when it wasn’t busy, and a new boy, Rodger, started hanging out with us. She hadn’t told me if she had tried again. She handed them to me and said “hold these”. I found out later Rodger had something called retarded ejaculation, and could fuck for hours and not cum. She had her skirt over her hips, and her naked pussy and ass were just inches from my face as she kneeled on the seat sucking lustily on his cock.
