I wondered why it had to be Sandy. Why did she call? Why was she the one sitting on the front porch? She was dressed just as she was all through high ...chool: a long sleeved plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up near her elbows, Levis with a western belt and oval silver buckle, brown worn boots. Her hair was in a pony tail, longer than I remembered but just as blond. She met me in front of the porch and hugged me briefly. ‘I’m glad you came.’ ‘I didn’t know he was even sick.’ ‘He wasn’t. I saw. And her tattoos really showed up clear also. Then Pam was moving the camera again, and I watched as she moved around Becky until she was between her spread legs. Then the TV screen was filled with Becky’s pussy and ass hole. Pam had it zoomed right in on it. I could see the gold rings that had been put into her lips, three on each side. Plus I could see that Becky was wet and that her clitoris was fully erect and sticking out of its hood. Becky has a overly large clitoris and when she is. This time you get up without hesitation We walk over to the bed, I lift my shirt and you push me onto the bed. You climb on top and kiss me. God I love the feeling of your body pressed against mine. You slowly make your way down to my neck, I can feel myself getting hornier if that’s possible, but by this point, I’m wetter, that’s for sure. You move further down my body with your lips, reaching up to pull my bra away so you can bite my nipple. The pain mixed with so much pleasure makes me gasp. One afternoon my coach suggested that I could improve my upper body strength by using the rope climb and drug me into the gym. I stood there staring up at a one inch rope that was dangling from a rafter that had to be about forty feet high. I watched as coach climbed hand over hand, his legs wrapped tightly around the rope as he shinnied all the way up to the rafters, touched the I-beam with one hand, and then slid back down the rope. He turned, smiled and invited me to try it. On my first try,.