"It's Pete, isn't it?" Fred said, laying his paper down."I guess so." Do you want to talk about it?" I hate to lay my troubles on you."He rose up and ...oined her on the sofa. "That's what big brothers are for."Tears welled in her eyes. "I don't know... it's not that I miss Pete so much." Then what is it?" It's just... oh, I don't know... I hate to bother you with all my problems."Fred took her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "I think you better talk about it," he said. "That way. ” “Yeah, that’s what I used to say to unsuspecting young girls. No fair using it on me.” Rachel had shaved my cock and balls dozens of times, usually in the shower after I shaved her. She knew exactly what to do. She spread the warm soap and stretched my skin before applying the razor. She rinsed me off with sea water. “You’re going to taste a little salty, but that’s OK. It’s going to be yummy anyway,” she said just before lowering her mouth onto my cock. Damn, she was great at sucking. I was still sitting above her and staring. Her nipple (singular) was mildly at attention but I was more interested in her lips. She was clearly a little agitated but not trying to cover herself.Jess was calming herself, but still surprised. She replied, “I’m not sure how to respond to that. That’s pretty out there, right? I mean, how could I do that? Do people do that? I wouldn’t want anyone else to see that? Do guys like that? What the heck?”Jess, guys like everything. Despite your. As a sign of approval hermoans were getting louder and she started to work herhips back and forth like she was fucking my finger. She pulled her hips forward trying to get my finger indeeper when a devilish idea entered my head, on hernext thrust forward I quickly raised my head into herbutt cheeks and started to lick her little pinkasshole. Even darting my tongue inside it a time or twothis rimming sent her over the edge and she began tobuck wildly on my finger and my mouth. Without anywarning.