I couldn't help thinking how tight she'd be around my cock.Never having seen one I was no expert on hymens. I'd always assumed a girl's hymen would be...a thin membrane but just one look convinced me that all my assumptions were wrong. This was more like her pussy walls had fused together leaving only a small opening for her monthly menstrual flow. Excited as Rose Ann was, there was a different flow from the gap in her hymen. A flow of fragrant pussy juice that signaled how much the void behind. I then pointed back to the couch and motioned for her to go sit down.She started "But Jim, I..."Instantly, I motioned for her to be quiet and called out louder. "Mrs. Deal, This is Jim Saunders, I need to talk to you, are you decent? Could you come out for a moment?" Hearing no noises I walked to the back of the trailer through the short hallway prepared to knock on the bedroom door if need be. I didn't need to knock. All of the doors in the back were opened and, unless someone was hiding under. Like I was some big city gangster out to steal their horses or whatever country folk held dear. It was hard to make friends as an outcast and somewhat shy young man so naturally I ended up with the other outcasts. In this town that meant Mexicans. At school I met my new best friend Angel, A slightly overweight but very nice half Mexican half American kid just a year older than me. He seemed cool to me and we would hang out almost every day and every weekend. Our friendship got to the point. .But most of the times their cocks would spurt in my hands making my hands sticky.............. All this made me wet... I wanted some stiff hard cocks to fill me up....Exposing, displaying and strangers playing with my young body -- gave me a strong kick.............My body was responding well ..It gave me new level of pleasure....... I loved strangers touching my body........Audience participation made me more and more horny....Every session would make me experience multiple.