She moved her fingerstantalizingly to the head of it and pressedgently. I could feel my knees knocking. Thefeeling of her gentle hand on...me was too much.I moved away and knelt between her thighs. I putone hand on one of her knees, the other hand onthe other. I pressed my lips to her inner thighsand ran my lips all the way up to her crotch, andthen moved my lips down her other thigh to herknee."Oh, God, I love that," she said softly. I reached up and unsnapped her. I deeply wanted his cock in my mouth, to feel his body and to taste his addictive cum again. We layed there silent for a few moments and stroked each others cocks. I knew what I wanted though, and as nervous as I was to show him, my lust drove me on. In the dark, in the silence, I rolled him onto his back, never letting go of the object of my overwhelming lust, his big hard cock. Trembling, almost moving in slow motion, I leaned over. Even in the dark, I could make it his manly shape and gave. "What do you mean Cary," she asked?"I need to run down to the laundry and find a pair of panties fortonight, I don't have any on under my petticoat," I replied."Missy if I wanted you to wear panties tonight I would have given you apair, now go sit down at the table for dinner please,"Confused I headed back to the dining room, why would she not want me towear panties? Maybe you don't wear them with a petticoat I thought. Ohthat's silly, a girl always wear panties. Damn I never understand.At. So far so good—now all I had to do was get him to open up to me.We stayed there talking as I slowly pulled the story of his life out of him. For now it was just the basics, but that wasn’t important. I needed him to speak. Henry was born and raised in Shamokin, a town in what had been Pennsylvania coal country until the 1970’s when the colliery had been closed and abandoned. Henry lived with his mother and her parents after his father had died in 2000, the victim of a drunk driver while.
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