We started chatting openly about sex again. We asked each other more about what wed each done with guys that wed been with. Have you had it up the bum... Me no, her yes. Have you been caught fucking outdoors? Me yes, her yes. Have you ever kissed a girl? Me no, her no. And so on and so on until it got late and she retired to her bed. That night I woke up in the early hours. Id been sleeping on her sofa the last few nights and now it had started to feel uncomfortable. I felt thirsty so I got up to. He turned sideways, put his elbow on the back of the couch, rested his head on his palm, and said, ‘You’re in a funny mood today.’ He reached out to Sherry’s hair, and gently smoothed loose strands behind her ear. There must have been a problem, because he repeated the motion, sweeping her hair and ear, which was fine with her. It felt loving and tender. The caress seemed to touch a nerve connected to Sherry’s breasts. The nipples swelled noticeably. Sam seemed more interested in her face. . She realizes it and moves her hand down to remove the last piece of civilization out of me.I lay down closing my eyes. Her fingers run over my stomach and move downwards. I anticipate the intentions and take a deep breath. Her hand reaches my ribs and to my surprise, move towards my legs. The ice-cold fingers boost the sensation and my manhood starts responding to it. Enlarging slowly with layers opening all around, it makes my body shivers with excitement. She moves her head down and her. My parents still had no idea that every weekend they brought me out to Mr. Miller’s farm I wasn’t just doing chores for him. In fact I wasn’t doing any chores. Every weekend Mr. Miller got to use my body however he wanted. Mostly he fucked me himself, but he had a huge German Sheppard named Duke and a big old boar named Hugo that he liked to see push their cocks into me as well. The local Sheriff, Sheriff Matthew Owen had become a regular visitor on those weekends as well, and my favorite times.