He didn't touch my tie, so I gingerlytouched his, hoping I wasn't being too forward. Boys have been the hardest thingto get used to, these last four d...ys. The other girls talk about their "cutelittle bums" but I find myself more interested in the front of their loins. Itreally isn't envy, I'm glad I don't have that peculiar equipment any more, it'sjust curiosity really. I'm really proud if I see that looking at me has made thelittle lump grow!I would have expected wearing skirts to be hard to. I knew then that it was not so much the peaches that I longed for, but the act of harvesting them. For that short half hour, I was a little girl again. I could hear my grandmother telling me how great the ice cream would be. I could see my brother and my little sister fighting over who would carry the basket back to the car. I remembered the look of relief on my mother’s face as my grandmother rescued her from four children for half a day. That peach orchard was not just a place to buy fruit,. “Yeah you like this don’t you, baby?” His is voice thick with lust as he tugs on my hair with one hand and the other gives me another smack on the ass. “Fuckin’ teaches you to not turn me down again, huh.”“Yes-uh!” A whimpering moan escapes me as I answer him at the same time he drives into me deeply.It feels so wonderful having his huge cock filling me so deeply. His aggression turns me on even more now that he’s finally using it on me to get what he wants. I know that I should feel guilty,. “Hey, Babe!” she said as she opened the door. I walked into her welcoming arms and gave her a kiss. “How are you doing? I herd something happened with your parents.” I asked. “I am fine, I guess. My mother has been giving me some shit about the dumbest things. I hate it all. But let’s not worry about that tonight, I want to have some fun. You brought the stuff, right?” “Yes. Of course I did. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t?” I said with a smirk on my face. Little did she know the.