* It is a surprisingly cold night for Southern California, so I bundle myself up in a sweater and sweats as I sit on my couch and study...or attempt t... study. That feeling starts to kick in; that one that has my insides on fire and my whole body aching for a fuck. Quick, long. I don't care, I just need it. I put my textbook and notebook on the table before shimmying my sweats off my waist. The cool air teases my pussy as I run my fingers very softly over my clit. I lean my head back and sigh as. I was wondering if you knew of anything that could have happened that could have pushed him over the edge like that?"Mrs. Dowell looked sadly at her husband, but his response was far from polite."Jerome always was a troubled boy. He never knew how good he had it, and he couldn't mind his elders. I don't know why he did what he did, but it didn't surprise me in the least." Do you know what might have happened, Mrs. Dowell?" Seth asked."I just answered your question!" Zeke interrupted before his. He steps back, pulls down his shorts and pulls me to him tight. He kisses me again deeper and harder while his hands pull my ass checks wide. I feel his finger slide inside me and love it. I arch my back as he goes in deeper. A shot of electric pleasure shots through me. He breaks the kiss and says into my ear. "Was I your first cock." "Yes, You're the first I ever sucked and the first guy I ever kissed." "Tell the Cop you want me to pop your cherry. I know you want it. You are about to cum. He was three years older than me, he started visiting during summers. It was more like his parents dumped him at the farm for a few months. Then, later, he kept coming back for some weekend visits. “Was he fucking you?”Actually he was – it started about a week into the first summer visit.“One of you must have been pretty good then.”He liked me because, as he found out that first week, I was easy. Round heels and callused knees ;) I guess he liked it well enough to want more? After all, I did.