Her hand seemed to sizzle, or vibrate, or…something. It was hard to describe, and although we’ve touched before (not like, well, you know. Sadly),...I had never felt that way before. Not from her, not from anyone. There was something fiercely intimate in that touch. Sexual. Powerful. I wanted to grab her, kiss her. “What are you going on about?”“You come walking down the halls looking like you just got in from a 6 day trail ride and yet, as far as I, your best friend in the entire world, the. I like the taste though. And the effect. Unlike many, I mix grape and grain without worry. But there’s something about that first drink of the evening. The best.As I take that first sip, I remember that Bernie DeVoto quote, “The rat stops gnawing in the wood, the dungeon walls withdraw, the weight is lifted, your pulse steadies and the sun has found your heart, the day was not bad, the season has not been bad, there is sense and even promise in going on.”Well, I don’t remember it exactly. I. The porch light flipped on. My parents were signaling for me to come in. I turned over in bed, shifting and sighing. It definitely wasn’t a dream this time – it was a coveted memory. Kenny McBride had been the first boy to affect me so powerfully that I would have given myself to him, right there in his Chevy Nova, parking in front of my parents’ house. But I never did. We got close several times but I always stopped it. As an adult, after we’d drifted apart, I regretted it. And when he died I. Reaching down around her ass then, sliding her legs up and over towards her head and held in place by my shoulders. I guided my cock back into her pussy and grabbed her tits and throat while I continued to pound her pussy deeply with long hard thrusts. I could feel she was very very wet and her juices were dripping down towards her ass, I pulled out of her and pushed myself up releasing her legs so I could shove my cock into her mouth and feel her tongue and mouth suck cock. I thought she.