I’d wanted him pretty bad that afternoon; I wanted filled with that adult cock, it had to be all of eight or nine inches at least and, nice and thic.... I wanted to feel the head up inside of me while he fucked away…I wanted to feel his hard shaft stretch me good. I wanted him to take me good, plant his load in me good and deep then maybe a second time, if I could get him up again. My friends were nice and I enjoyed sex with them. My uncle was an adult and hung better, I craved him. I told myself. We wondered why they would hurt us. We didn't push meeting right away. We went with the flow and waited until the time was right. That time came a week later. We decided to meet at a cozy restaurant not far from where I live. She told me that be wearing a red cocktail dress and she has curly blond hair. I told her that I would meet her at eight and that I would be wearing a black suit carrying red roses. I got to the restaurant at eight and looked for my date. She saw me and gestured for me to. Around eight Brianne came over to helpme get ready. James was coming over at noon, so we had plenty of time toprepare. After I showered I walked in just a towel to my room whereBrianne was waiting for me."Alright," she began. "I've picked out this bra for you. It'll cover upall of the stuffing so if your shirt comes off it won't be a big deal."My eyes grew wide and my face turned red. "My shirt is NOT coming off!"Brianne shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever you say. And here's somepanties to. She excused herself for a call of nature which gave me an opportunity to drop some pills into the 2 jugs of squash and another into her wine, if only to help my sister..She came running out of the bathroom, her 34b’s wobbling under her loose-fitting top, “OMG Jerry, the time!” she cried and we both looked together as it was coming up to 3pm and Tiff would be back any minute, completely lost track of the time however I knew I would have more opportunities to get my tongue into her hairy arse.She.