.I moaned with pain and pleasure.He held from my throat and biting from my neck,blowing air to my ear..i felt his balls pounding my asscheeks..i could...hear the sound..echoing in the woods..This innocent looking school boy was talking dirty to me whilst screwing me in the middle of the forest...'''Do you like my dick bitch ha?'' '' I make you my woman and cocksucker''''Let me strech your butthole with my big tool..Once im done with you,you wouldn't be able to sit on ur ass for a week!!''I. Next morning I felt awkward and the warmth of our relationship was missing. It was my fault and I knew it. . .With every ounce of reserve that I could muster I forced myself to maintain my friendship with the lady who so sorely troubled me. By evening we were back on close, friendly terms and I worked to keep it that way for the rest of the school year. It was Saturday morning in February and Bambi was ironing clothes as was her routine. What was not routine was that she was wearing one of my. Kay and Aunt Sue were serving eggs, bacon, pancakes and fruit. Aunt Sue encouraged me to eat more. When we were fed, stuffed in my case, she gave me gloves, some more of the lotion and a wide brimmed hat. It was six-ten when I started the tractor. Uncle Walt told me what to do and said he’d come see how I was doing later. Kay said she’d bring my lunch to me. I had some trouble getting set up, hooked up and working so it was almost seven when I actually got working. At about eleven Walt rode up. ” She kissed the cut on his chin and said, “have a nice day at work, honey. I love you.” She giggled as she squeezed his crotch once more then left the room. “Will there be anything else, Mr. Johnson?” Asked the waitress. “No ma’am, just coffee today. Thank you, Linda.” He said as he handed her the menu. As the waitress walked away, he looked past her at a table across the restaurant. The beautiful redhead he’d followed in the door was looking out the window at the street. Her name was Angela.