Me : no I did not received any mail.She :its okay it is like pool interview. Anyone can goMe : oh! Ok then I will comeAfter we are taxing regularly. A...l about dinner, lunch, tea, dress. . Etc.On Saturday morning I got a message from her :She : where are you ?. Reached interview place?.Me: no. Still in homeShe : hey I was already late, I think you are going this way only. Can you please drop me.Me : sure I will come there in 15 minI was so happy, got an opportunity to drop her we both attended. There were wells to drain and fish guts to rinse away and minor boat maintenance to perform. That boat was Dale's pride and joy. He kept it spotless. It was beautiful to the eyes of a teenage boy. The hull was silver and blue, and it sparkled with flakes of bright glitter that refracted the afternoon sun. Even by today's standards, it was a sleek and beautiful bass boat.The important part of my story begins when I was nineteen years old and attending Georgia State University. I was living at. He was trying to bend her in half, backward! Her clit was being mashed between the top of his cock shaft and his pubic bone.He stopped shoving and she felt his shaft swell and grow even fatter. Time was standing still. She felt pulses moving from the base to the tip of his cock. She knew each pulse was a stream of his cum. It continued on and on. Her experience was nearly out-of-body. She was hyper-aware of all aspects of his orgasm. The moment broke. Times resumed. Her legs were crushing his. She sat back down in the little folding chair and spread her legs wide. Giving me a perfect view of her pussy. It was red and puffy from excitement. Even from a distance I could see the juice leaking out and I could tell she was wet and horny. She looked me in the eyes again and started rubbing her pussy, “Please Zorro, don’t make me do this all by myself.”That woke me out of my trance and I was heading over. I kneeled down and positioned my dick at her waiting entrance. I rubbed my head up and.