“Thank you,” Holly said and took a chunk into her mouth. Her eyes lid up when her taste buds exploded. The apple tasted sweet and flooded her mind...with delight, “wow, that’s the best apple I ever ate...”“Created by me...” Chelsea said and tapped the massive ball sack behind her.Holly looked confused, “You have apples in there?”Chelsea started laughing at Holly’s remark, “wish it was so, apples are much easier to clean than cum.”“This is a futa park, Holly,” Maria started explaining after. My best friend and I had sleep overs every weekend. We were both 14 and we were neighbors. Since we were 12 we would pretend we were married and would hump eachother clothed almost every sleepover night. We would usually both split time being woman, but recently I had taken the role of women more often. We also started doing different positions instead of just the traditional. My favorite is doggie style because I could feel his hard cock thrusting on my ass and it turned me on. Now that I. Neither said anything to their cousin, but on occasion they would glance at him and see that Billy wasn’t watching the road, but the two older women in front of him.At the base of Culverin Hill, Jessica began feeling warm again, glancing up at the sun as it shone down brightly through a cloudless sky. She kept pedaling until she saw the small glade coming up, and then pulled over. “It’s just down here.” she said, pointing at the turnoff. She rolled down the path off the roadway, going a little. I stop short of telling my favourite players about the times I’d lain on my bed since my early teens, fingering my pussy while I looked at their posters. I know for sure I’ll be doing that again tonight, but I won’t need any posters when I can relive this visit in my mind. “Glad to make your day,” says the captain, my all-time favourite. “You’ve got us all to yourself!” I look around. He is right. There were none of the support staff, coaches or hangers-on that had been milling around before.