She was wearing a dress whose length covered half her thighs. It was a tight-fitting dress and it shielded her curves perfectly. Over that, she was we...ring heels and that made her ass prominent and worth dying for. I was checking her out and I couldn’t resist myself.I went close to her and hugged her from behind. She smiled looking at me in the mirror and gave a flying kiss. I kissed her back but on the neck. She was very sensitive there. I kept kissing my gf’s neck and I was in the mood to. ‘How many times over the years have I done, that?’ he wondered. And for a flashing moment he remembered the very first time that he had ever put a finger into his wife’s cunt. It was one night when they were together in his folk’s car. She was leaning into his arms, and as he put his arm around her, he realized that her sweater had pulled up, baring her lower back. As always, the feel of her bare skin was like an intense shock. Therefore, it was a minute before he had understood that her. As I worked with little Joshua to help make him his fort, our vantage point half-way up the mountain allowed us to look down on the porch of the Cabin.I wasn’t sure where Jason was, but Claire and Hannah soon emerged from the cabin clutching their warm mugs and parked themselves on the porch and started what looked to be an intense conversation. I was too far away to hear, but they were huddled close together and it looked like one of those girl conversations they only have about ‘intimate’. He was smoking a blunt and drinking a 40 ounce Colt 45. He sat it on the table and shouted, “Get dat ass ovah heah, bitch.” He bounded to his feet and sat the weed in the ashtray. He took another swig as he walked over to Jeremiah. He ran his left hand from the top of the punk’s head down to his back. Then, he delivered a loud smack to his slut’s plump derriere. “I like dees muh-fuckin’ panties, bitch! What yo name is?”“Jeremiah,” said the sissy rubbing on Kon’s chest.“Nawl, bitch. Yo name.