How could some boy she'd never met know that she got off while riding horses, that the rubbing of her cunt against the horse's back as she rode them, ...queezing his muscular body between her legs was enough to bring her off again and again during a single ride?"You ever suck off a horse?" the boy growled in her ear, making her shiver. "You like to eat horse-jizz?"He worked his cock up and down against her ass. His arm wrapped around her and he squeezed her tits. As he embraced her, the other boy. She didn't love him or anything like that, but he was the only one of the opposite sex that she could really call a friend. So it was only right that his would be the first cock she tasted.She'd taken good care to make the most of it, taking it as far into her mouth as she could and feeling the strange combination of soft skin and rock hard core as it slid across her lips, her tongue and the insides of her cheeks. The taste was musky, unfamiliar and exciting, and pretty soon another taste was. He wanted it too badly this time. The man got off of the couch, pulling her hips toward the edge of the cushion so he had free rein over her. He raised her legs, wrapping his arms around them and spreading them enough to give him space to work. He ran his face up and down her smooth thighs. The scent of her arousal filled the room, but this close it was even more apparent. The man inhaled deeply, his erection throbbing in his pants. He kissed either side of her slit, then on stop and under it.. “They took off their badges. There were no witnesses. Nothing will happen. I am new to California. You are the only person who knows me. I do not want to get the reputation of a cop hating trouble maker.”When we were back in my friend’s apartment he told me, “I have to tell you that you did not get the job.”“I thought everything was taken care of.”“It was. I told you to lie about your psychiatric background.”“When I came back from Iraq I had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I still have.