”“Oh, yes, I recall that,” Jenvieve said. “I seem to remember she was arrested and spent some time in jail for something.”“Yeah,” Phil s...id sadly. “I’m afraid I had a hand in all that. She made a run at my friends and I showed her how life really works. I wasn’t subtle about it. I used a chain saw where a paring knife would have worked. I learned from it, though. Or, I thought I did until I did the same thing last summer at Lambswool. Now I’m pretty sure I’ve got it. The sad part is, my mom did. . it had been many years since I had been this close to a hard cock leaking pre-cum.I'd guess another five or possibly ten minutes went by and he said "you can suck it if you want, I don't mind." It's difficult to explain what was going through my head, but it took less than ten seconds for my mouth to find his cock and go to work. All the memories from my youth came flooding back, especially how soft and smooth it felt and yet so unbelievably hard at the same time. He kept telling me how. Suddenly you stop me and bend me over the desk once again. I know what's coming and I should stop it, but I can't and don't want to. You pull my knickers off, ripping them but keeping hold of them. Then you tease my pussy with the head of your cock, both of us slick with juices and you remind me to be quiet as people are still outside. Then I feel your cockhead pushing against my pussy, pushing yourself into me. I feel the head enter me and stretch me, then slide all the way in. You lean over. We didn’t see either Mr. Becker or Jenny until Sunday afternoon. Five minutes after they were back in the water, the entire keel split down the middle and dropped the pair of them into the Shenandoah. They swam to shore and spent a wet night under the stars. The next day, Saturday, they hiked out along a railroad track, and found a phone. Jenny’s parents were called, and they drove four hours into the West Virginia countryside to rescue them. Jenny went home, and Mr. Becker was taken to his.