It started as a harmless crush, when I was about ten years old. He was only about seven, but oh boy, did I think he was cute! He always had this soft,...curly blond hair, and the big brown eyes. And he was always so kind and sweet to everyone. He was always caring and helpful, especially with younger kids. I was so proud to be his older sister!As we grew older, I expected my crush to fade away. Like its to be expected with a childhood crush. But it didn’t. It only grew larger.I loved him for how. “Damn,” I muttered. This little minx got hotter quicker than any girl I had ever been with. Unfortunately this late in the evening I was sure the few bedrooms in the house already held couples (or more!) fucking away. Luckily I had a quick Plan B. “Follow me.” I took her by the hand and led her outside to my van. This had been my “fuck truck” since high school. The back still had a mattress and pillows for comfort. I opened the door and she quickly jumped in. “Wow,” she said. “This is. Shondra knelt in front of me. She stripped off my panties. I was open and ready for her tongue. She buried herself in my cunt. I wailed as my orgasm flooded over me. Shondra continued to work her lips and her tongue at my slit. Her hunger made me grateful I’d given myself a fresh and careful shave; usually I’m content with a sloppy trim unless it’s summer and swimsuit season. I’d never felt such a wonderful mouth. I was in endless ecstasy. It was the difference, I thought, between a man and a. With each impact, a fine mist of blood sprayed out across the adjoining walls. An occasional displaced tooth clattered along the floor."Remember doing this to me after your binges?" she asked rhetorically, "Good times. Good times." I'm thorry!" he shouted through cracked and broken lips."Sorry isn't good enough," she replied, "Not by a long shot."She drew the arm that gripped his shirt back and then rapidly forward. He slid across the floor before his head hit the opposite wall with a loud.