He lived in Montana up in the hills on his ranch. I took the plane to him and he met me at the airport. He was not a bad looking man but was not happy...to be stuck with a teen ager. When I walked to him he looked me over from head to toe. I was built like my mom with great tits and nice ass. He said, "no one told me what a looker you are" It gave me the creeps.All the way back to his ranch he kept looking at my body like he was undressing me. When we got in his house he told me that things were. Her own pussy was filled with a hard, thrusting, angry cock. She felt the pounding on her butt. Her womb wanted that cock further up, further inside so it could have the pleasure of kissing what was giving the rest of her body pleasure. The words she heard were an illicit declaration of desire, as if, even as they both fucked her, the two of them were expressing a deep and largely submerged passion. She was in the midst of, a conduit for, raw sexual heat. There was a flood she could not. Of course I always won. But the point is I was drunk. When we meet up she paid this guy sterling to distract me when my sister and stupid boyfriend fucked. The only problem was that this guy sterling was one of my best friends boyfriends. In other words I didn't want to catch HIV. So anyway we were walking to the edge of the graveyard, sterling grabbed my tit and started massaging it, I knew it was wrong but I fell into his hand. They were big and cold, and I gotta admit this has got me feeling. But on the other hand, during all of our talking, we’d not managed to convince ourselves that he wasn’t looking for a Heidi substitute.During our ‘carnal weekend’ when we’d suspended all reason in the passion and excitement of our first time doing anything like this, I’d actually been quite thrilled by the thought of Sue and Francis getting emotionally close. As long as she came home to me at the end of the day. Now in the cold light of day, I wasn’t so sure. The excitement and thrill was still.