As I plunge my finger deeper into the vagina-like hole in the center of the petals to see how deep it goes, three fleshy petals close around my hand l...ke a starfish trying to hug me. Considering that I’m knuckle deep and the top of my palm is mashed against where the petals converge, this squishy hole must go all the way into the middle of the phallus that’s swollen inside of me. Hell, it probably goes all the way to the opening pressed against my cervix. Upon pulling my finger out of the. Push 1..Push 2.. she stopped and kissed me one more time this time biting my lip and she came up and then PLOP! my dick slid Into her wet pussy. She sat up unhooked her bra grabbed my hands and placed them onto those nice rounnd breast that were nowMoist and glistening in sweat. I squeezed them as she leaned forward placing one into her mouth. From there she let off a loud cry Of pleasure that went oooooooooohhhhhhhhh!Up and down she went on my rock solid dick squeezing one breast while the. Bo was a small thin guy with dark slicked down hair. He was wearing a cut off sweatshirt and black jeans. He always wore a large silver chain around his neck and black work boots. He looked like something out of the late 50’s. JB was always dressed in worn tight jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather vest. He had medium length blond curly hair and a hint of a mustache. I noticed a small “A” tattooed on his upper arm just like the one on Bo and Adams arms. It must have a special meaning like a. Once he had started to have normal relations he stopped, but somehow I think he was still capable.I open with this little gem, because I too are guilty of young love, not as young as I was with him, but young by comparison to our ages.My close friend from those days back in Newcastle has two sons, but she is divorced, so her boys grew-up fatherless and a law unto themselves, as I found out one night I slept over.Although still young they shared a beer as their mother and I drank. Late at night.