With his rugged good looks, he would have made a most excellent Marlboro Man except he did not smoke. Kelly is an accomplished 12 string guitar player...with a gifted voice and the girls always pestered him to play his guitar, serenading them with old cowboy and western songs plus a few funny ones he liked to pen. On the ranch, he was a borderline workaholic, driving himself in an effort to forget the ghosts. But more and more frequently Becky observed the cracks appearing and her concern grew. I never wear panties so I felt his cock against my bare ass before I could even bend over so I reached behind me to stroke it. He was uncut and I figured about eight inches with a nice thickness. My pussy got instantly wet with the anticipation of finally having a cock in it so when he leaned me on over the desk and started pushing into me it I was already well lubricated! Once he was all the way inside of me he said something in french, from the tone of his voice I felt that he was in. No one, no man, no woman, not even Stephanie herself, had ever caressed her clitoris and the emotions that she were pent up inside her fought for release. She didn't stop him, she didn't grab his hand, she simply moaned. Stephanie had never, ever felt anything so wonderful in her entire life. But when Kyle tried to push her jeans lower down her legs, she grabbed his wrist and told him to just do what he had been doing. Kyle disappointment was immediately evident. He had so much wanted to be. As I listened to her talk I could imagine her in a tight maids outfit and her walking around with a short and tight waiters uniform. For some reason me and her kept looking at each other by chance once we caught each other off guard and we starred into each others eyes she started to blush which made me blush and since then we stood a lot closer than when we first meet that morning. She had invited me to have dinner with her at her house and what came to mind was I cant blow this!!She took me.