" My mom, of course. Ruth knew more about more stuff than any woman or man I've ever known. She never watched TV, she was always at the library, and s...meplace talking to women who were wired up like she was. I'm glad you got to know her, Syl, wasn't she a pistol?"My period began the next morning. Any girl who was fucking as much as I had been doing, often with boys who rode her bareback, would have menstruation on her mind. When I'm having my period, I don't think very much about sex or. My hair was way too short but if I could give it even a hint of stylemay be enough to confuse the lady. I will have to curl my hair likeMother did on Saturdays. But to be sure I got away with it I would haveto do it so carefully that no one would notice.I planned my outing on a Friday so it would be less crowded and thisgave me plenty of time to return the curlers I borrowed from Mother.Brenda had curlers also but that would be much harder to do especiallysince I would have to wear them. Prune Danish and Bran Muffins were scattered all over the floor as he forcefully rammed his cock into her. With his arms extended around her so that he could hang onto her soft warm tits, he continued to thrust it in and out as she was moaned and groaned out loud.Theresa was longing for him to drop it a notch and slide into her hot wet crack. When he did so, she screamed and continued to scream as he increased his pace and the perspiration from his brow dripped onto her naked back.When his. As I was doing so, I looked into HER window. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Yeah, it was my big sister, 19, and the most gorgeous thing on the planet. Neha had just began undressing when I got to the branch that the frisbee was resting on, and incidentally stretched right across from her bedroom window. As she took off her bra, my cock sprung to life. I saw her globular tits, her tiny brown nipples... I climbed back down the tree where John was waiting for me."What the hell.