“Be mindful how you handle this skirt, it’s designer label” Veronica said, as she straddled me. Reaching down she gave my cock a few firm squeez...s. “Yes Billy, I’m going to get you laid, as in a lot, but you remember, this dick is mine….Uuuhhh….” she said, as she lowered herself, sinking my whole dick inside her. I spent the next 30 plus minutes being ridden like stallion. In a blacked out truck. On a driveway. Of an empty home. Veronica had a smooth, steady, near-perfect rhythm as she enjoyed. It wasn't something that you could point out as night and day but more so in the way they acted. My mom and dad were openly affectionate to a degree that you wouldn't expect. They wouldn't just kiss goodbye, they would passionately make out in front of me and even grope one another, sliding hands into clothing and taking their time about it. This didn't have all too much of an effect on me until I around the time I turned 12 or 13. Puberty hit me and hard, very hard. It was bad enough that I. Looking down at them, well the view was just incredible. I just had to bring my hands around to cup them and touch the nipples. That's when I found out there is a direct neural link between boobs and beaver. I was turning myself on just touching them!Sa' Indie said, "feels good huh?" You have an incredible gift for understatement!" I stopped gropingmyself. No time for that now.She held out that her hand to help me up, and all I could think was 'Sothat's what happened to the Venus De Milo's. He really didn't care about all of that, he'd give it all to her if they would just stop this craziness and stay married. He saw her step out of the courthouse, smiling and laughing with her lawyer. He wanted to run over to her and beg her to stop this nonsense, but he didn't. He just watched her walk out of his life forever. Then, he saw something that caught his attention. A beautiful woman with curly blonde hair and blue eyes was looking at him, staring at him. Staring into his soul. She.