It’s years later and I still revisit this memory when I’m searching through my spank bank for good material to slam my ham to. It was the beginning of my senior year in high school. A magical time where you get the freedoms of being an adult with none of the responsibilities. At this point in my sexual career I was a novice. Sure my ex gf had done her fair share of ball fondling and blowing me and we had sex a couple times, but I was not prepared for the series of events that would take place over the next month with a new girl who had transferred to my high school from the neighboring town.
Her name was Giselle, she was Italian and had a caramel complexion, a plump ass, B sized perky titties with curly brunette hair and big luscious lips. Like cavemen discovering fire for the first time we hopped around on all fours jaws dropped to the ground when the bottom half of her ass cheeks fell out from under her petite booty shorts. Me and my friends did a tribal rain dance to thank the gods the day she sat at our lunch table. She didn’t know anybody in our school except one of my friends Devon who used to live in her town they went to middle school together.