On the ride home on the bus, nothing out of the ordinary happened, we didn't talk much or about anything too interesting. When we got to my house [A n...ce little acerage about 40 acres, great quading] she complimented me on how nice she thought my house was and how lucky I was to live in the country. We got inside, my mom had left for town with my whole family for something so it was just the two of us.us She was not forward at all so far, we got too my room and she saw my electric guitar right. A farm wagon sat in front of the house as it had before, except that there was a big horse tied behind it. What looked to be the same two men were again loading household goods, but I could not see anyone in uniform."Hisst," came an odd sound from behind me. "Back here," whispered an old voice. Without taking my eyes from the front door, I retreated to a large granite boulder where old Mr. Shoemaker crouched, looking angry and very worried. "Them two from the wagon went and told, I reckon," he. Then he lowered us so that he was on top of me again. He kissed me for a long time and let me rest my head against his chest. He held me until I dozed off.“Is this your apartment?”Upon perusing, the room wasn’t as clinically minimal as I had first assumed. Then again I was the sort of person who lived by the phrase “homely means messy”.“Yes,” he said. He was dressed now as was I, only, of course, he looked a lot finer than I did.Why would he bring me to his apartment? And why did I assume this. My balls hit her ass cheeks. I was all 7 inches deep inside her. Her vaginal muscles gripped and squeezed my penis so hard that I would have busted the moment I was all the way in, if I would have not had masturbated in the bathroom. I lifted my hips up and down in slow jabs and moved the length of my penis rubbing against her inner pink skin untouched ever before. Drops of blood stains were on the bed, marking my victory over the new virgin girl.I gyrated and increased my thrust inside her.