She refers to her "jelly ass", which I have gotten to love. I also like her bronzed by the sun skin, lite highlights in her brown hair, and she small... so damn good!Gradually, I began looking forward to being alone with her for an inpromtu coffee or lunch date/meeting. We talked much more than was necessary by phone, with both of us instigating superfluous calls. It became exciting.Our flirtations and kidding built gradually. We were "off limits" to each other, and both of us tried to safely. The horses had been rested not an hour before. Handing the reins to Sam, he stood, stepping up on his seat to get an extra foot. Sam immediately took the reins with one hand and grabbed wildly for the brake. He chuckled. If the horses wanted to move, the wagon was going to move, brakes or no brakes."That doesn't look safe, Dad." Polly's voice was worried."I know, but ... ah." Seeing what he wanted, Gary stepped down and sat, taking the reins back from his relieved daughter. He turned to look at. Then after my parents went to work, he would come over to the house and we could be alone. The next day, I did as he said and it worked. When Mike got there, I was so nervous because I never had sex before. When the time came, he seemed just as nervous as I was. He spent a lot of time with foreplay trying to make me, or himself, or both of us comfortable. When he took his clothes off, I saw his dick. It was so hard and I wanted to just grab it and do something with it. But before I could, he. What can I say? I loved sucking cock. I still do!”“Oh, my God, Mother! How many different boys did you go down on?”Betty looked up at the ceiling, seemingly considering her answer. “After Will, there were three or four, maybe. I don’t recall exactly because one of the boys I dated through high school was the lucky recipient of regular blow jobs while we were together. But I will say that I got really good at it and never left a boy unsatisfied.”Madison was utterly shocked. First, her mother.