I’m goin’ home and to bed. I wish we could get a little good corn likker in this town.”“Well, you can’t, and you don’t need any anyway,”...scolded Misty. “We’ll see you later.”“I ain’t waitin’ up for you,” warned Madge. “An’ don’t wake me up neither. I’ll see you in the mornin’.”As they drove away from the Opry House Bobby tried to comfort Misty.“It’s okay,” she said. “I’d like to have won and all, but things are already crazy enough. I’m in the middle of recording my second album. You’d be. ” she moaned as her pussy had never expanded so much in this position before.I rammed her hard and fast making her boobs wobble and ass cheeks jiggle with each thrust. After another 10 minutes, I lifted both her legs and held them in my hand as I pushed her legs up towards her face and rammed her pussy hard from below. She was now in a fetal position but in the air and I rammed her pussy from below with my cock hitting her uterus opening.“Noooooo………Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh………,” she moaned as she. I still listened at the bathroom door. But now, we were closer buddies. She really liked me, so it was both easier to accept my aggressive sexuality and harder for her to take offense at my shenanigans. Added to that, I began to accept myself a little more and was far less hesitant about letting her know that I was horny.One afternoon, alone in the house together, she asked, "Can we have a heart-to-heart?"Grinning and with a pointed look at her left breast, I said, "Sure, girl, I'd love to have. The storm is pounding down on Vancouver. I glanced down to your back as I stood to your side and behind you a bit and the flash of yet another lightning bolt fully exposed your tattoo to me. I could see now that it was a red rose with some green stems flowing from each side of the petals. I wondered if the rose was symbolic as to your own sweet petals of your most private area. How erotic of a signal this is being shown to a male. I could only imagine how your own petals must smell and.