Joseph knees dropped to the mattress as he pulled his penis from my sucking lips. 'Damn Brad, you didn't lie, this bitch is a natural cock sucker.' I ...overed my head with my hands, Brad came over and removed my hands and turned me over. I was laying on my side as Brad slid in behind me, I felt his hands part my buttocks and his rock hard penis slid up and down my butt crack. Brad whispered 'I'm gonna slow fuck this pussy, cause you've been so good to my cousin.' Brad's penis eased into my well. ., up a conversation. You have to be sure, absolutely sure that they are not the following: gay, married/attached, or younger than me. Cougars are for the divorced over forty, not the twenty something single lady on the prowl. Who was I kidding, I’d go to prom with an eighteen year old to have a date. Mr. Handsome was still facing the wrong direction as I approached. He looked appealing from the back. His butt looked pretty cute. He was fit, but not testosteronie like the mutants at Perform. I lean forward to kiss you hungrily, and as we kiss passionately, our tongues intermingling, you slowly work my jeans down my legs, and you take my hard cock in your fingers. You pause for a moment to remove your skirt, and lie back on the bed, legs open, allowing me a view of your wet pussy. I slowly kiss and lick my way up your inner thighs, and as I reach your juicy pussy, I softly run my tongue across your distended lips, tasting your fragrant juices. As I take your glistening pussy lips. As I started to take my top off again, he picked up a bundle of branches he must have cut from the brush growing behind the cabin. As I was working my shorts down over my hips, he pulled one out; they were smooth and about as long as his arm. He swished it through the air, and I shuddered at the sound, sure it was going to smart way more than the strap. When I was undressed, he motioned for me to approach the sawhorse. For a long moment, we stood there, on opposite sides, me staring at the bar.