Was it all over? Could I simply leave? What about that mysterious “new owner?” Would I be turning my back on my new life if I ventured out to seek...the comforting embrace of my gentle lover? I ventured out and stayed in the shadows of the thick pine woods as I navigated my way down the coast a few doors toward his cabin. * * *“We’ve been expecting you.” WE?!? Huh?In the dark room someone took her firmly by the arm and guided her to a standing full-length mirror illuminated by a spotlight.. I waited inside for the door to open, a man about 50 walked in, a faint smell of beer was on his breath and I began to worry as it was very difficult to see as he stepped towards me. I jumped as I felt a hand grabbing my cock and begin to feel and pull on my limp cock. He told me he could do more if I got in his car with him, so I zipped up and followed him across the lot to his car. As we sat, he asked the typical questions; how old I was, if I'd been with a guy before, what I'd let him. My breasts would bounce with my jumping and excite my client aswell as me. Too bad my client could never see how hard my nipples wouldget. I loved it though. Maybe at the basketball games I could wear ajersey that would allow my nipples to show through. It was so nice seeing all those big guys playing out there. I had neverbeen big enough to play football back in high school and had neverenjoyed it, but seeing it now as a coed I was really getting into it.Seeing the cheerleaders down. It was so soft but really hard, and it was harder to do than I thought. I loved the way the little ridge at the top felt against my lips. But did it make you feel good? It was a huge turn on. The more I did it, the more I wanted to do it. And what about the end? You mean when you came? Yeah. Was it bad? Not at all. I thought it would be gross. So you liked it? God it was amazing. Do we really have to talk about this. Its embarrassing. He looked at me and laughed. Ok. Thats fine. And how old are.