We lived in a two story house with bedrooms for us 4 youngsters upstairs in 2 bedrooms, boys in one and girls in another, just down the hall was Art's...bedroom. My parents and baby sister was downstairs. Art and I usually worked in the fields and barn together and became good friends. One day he asked me to come to his bedroom after everyone went to sleep I didn't go there and he was disappointed so I told him that I had went to sleep. He asked me again to visit his room tonight. I lay in bed. Her gasp of mingled pain and pleasure gave him pause to chuckle before continuing. ‘One morning, Molly awoke to find an envelope upon her front stoop, addressed to her in the spidery handwriting that she recognized as belonging to her secret admirer. With a girlish giggle, she hurried to her room and threw herself upon her bed, opening the missive, and reading it over, not once, but twice, her breath quickening with each word.’ My Dearest Molly, Too long have I watched you from afar, my desire. If she wanted to, Linda could have made Jack come merely by walking in place. So smooth and lilting wa her loin tissue that Jack could hardly control himself. He wanted to plow into her, to bury his cock in her mouth or her cunt or up her tiny asshole. He knew he would have to wait, however, until the redhead was ready."Mmmm," she groaned, "you're getting hot aren't you?" Hot isn't the word, Linda. I want to fill you full of meat."She slid her tits down his torso. She slowed up when her breasts. He groans and slides his hand across my left leg and between my thighs.“It’s not my norm.” but my sentence is cut short as his fingers slide under my pants and into the pooling heat between my thighs. I moan loudly and writhe up from the couch until his other hand presses down on my tummy keeping me still and I watch as he pulls me around and lowers his face to my thighs. I shudder as he kisses my inner thighs on both sides. I feel him smile against my skin before, ever so lightly, pressing his.