He said it was nothing and was happy to do it. That night I laid in bed and rubbed my crotch and tryed to do the same thing Mr. Roberts did with my di...k. I was able to get it hard but couldn't get the same feeling. Frustrated I turned over and thought I would go back to his house soon. The next morning after breakfast I ask grandmother if I could go out exploring again, she said to be careful. I said I would. I hopped on my bike and took off. It took a few minutes to remember where to. ’ It was pleading, almost a whimper. A shuddering exhalation was all I could manage. I was bending the filter of the cigarette, holding it so tight. My knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. She kind of shook her head around and then abruptly flipped her smoke deftly out her window and sat up to lean across the center console towards me. Her shoulder touched mine and I could feel her panting breath caressing my face. ‘You have a fucking niiiice big fucking cock, you know that? Huh?. He was all the way in me and I could feel his balls on my ass. The tip of his cock was just touching my cervix. I had my hands on his shoulders and my big tits were hanging down in his face. I raised up and down slowly. I wanted to be in control so he didn't finish too soon. I told him to just relax and focus on the feeling not the end. We were both sweating and the windows were fogged up. His cock felt great inside me. I rode him for a few minutes and then decided to turn over. I got off of. Her heart raced in her chest as he bowed his head to kiss her. Within seconds she could feel his decisive tongue caressing her own, her hands grasping at his hair, passion overcoming her entirely. Her legs began to shake as she slumped against him, his strong arms holding her closer to him, as she closed her eyes, succumbing to the amorous temptation consuming her being. He kissed her neck, his tongue darting as he trailed slowly and purposefully down towards her collarbone. The feel of his.